Forgotten Stories

Things I have done:

Climbed Machu Pichu

Visited the Eifel Tower

Seen the ruins of Rome

But when I look at the back of my hands,

They have become unfamiliar

I see old scars and I have forgotten what left them

Dog Bite

Knife

Razor

Knife

I can’t remember if the scar from the cement mixer

Is on my left hand or my right

They both have a mark in the same spot

You’d think I’d remember pulling my hand out of the gears

It was my right hand, I get more confident in the memory

The more I imagine it

But then what left the scar on my left?

And the older I get, the more stigmata I will collect

Because someone has to play the victim