It’s melted into my skin like a line of pink chewed bubble gum.
I got the scar last winter, living at the Nottingham house. I
Was pulling pizza out of the oven, when the cookie sheet
Bit my wrist. The stun of heat, like light after a nights
Sleep, made my eyes shut and hot pads slip. I ran
Water over my skin, it stung for days after.
Today it’s numb. It rests now, like a body
In a grave. It is silent. And with time,
It might completely fade until
It is gone.