the red scar

she shows you her
scar. lifting her white
blouse.
a straight red line
where they went in.
they being
doctors, surgeons
all masked
and smart
making things right
again.
sleepily she lay
there, away in a dream
as they stitched her back up.
good as new,
she remembers someone
saying, as
she blinked her eyes
and came to.