Scar Pt1
Reaching for my favorite shirt and the iron-warming
Starched and ironed, complete with those creases that cut
It was made for me and handsome.
And you and your brown eyes and irony when angry
Irony and starched and those same creases
Our joy, crushed yet alive and waiting
And the fabric of those brown eyes
They are frayed with holes and still, I starch and iron
Maybe if looked deeply you can see me and the creases
The scar is from that knife wound I gave you
You are proud of the stitching, and your head held high
I feel sad when I see the sutures on your chest
You wear them like a pair of worn slippers
They hurt the eye, but they keep your feet warm
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