scar, a deep old wound
on her leg,
one on her arm too.
they look
like shark bites.
just one trip around
the block
on the back of a motorcycle
with my friend
Ziggy, she says,
and down we went.
but they sewed
me back together again.
lift up my
shirt and see the scar
where they
put a new kidney in.
what about Ziggy, i ask her.
oh, he didn't
make it.
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