Proof of Birth

I have a scar

From when I was young

melted crayons were tar

and my mother still sung,


The curtains caught first,

Then the couch

This is why I don’t wear skirts

And I slouch


No, I lied.


It’s from basketball

My head hit second

Right after my fall

The cuts could never mend


I was bald for a year,

They let me wear a cap,

In high school I didn’t cheer,

Sorry to cry, I’m such a sap.


No, I lied again.


Its pathological you know

You might be shocked

It’s been there’s since I was born, No.

I’ll never tell, that memory is locked.


Published in the 2013 Mid Rivers Review Magazine of St. Charles Community College



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