My hands have scars now
darkened splotches etched
in skin, flush against my eyes.
I got them but I don't know how,
because pain no longer sends
signals up my spinal chord.
My shoulder is tight from a
near death moped crash
not long past, but faded
like the lines on my thighs
or the blue of my eyes.
The only things left that are bright
and fresh are the
scars on my hands.