Scars

The white crescent
half the length of a pinky
fingernail an inch
from my wristbone

The wrong shade of pink
on the elbow just below
the wrinkly part, fading
with every summer’s tan

The discoloration
riding my anklebone
like a misshapen gnome
on a warthog

The jagged thunderclap
between my lungs
but we don’t talk
about the inside ones