up, being
the good patient,
i carefully pull off the bandage.
a wide
swatch
of gauze and tape
stuck to the side
of my face.
people stare, but don't ask.
it could be
anything, they must
think.
i take a look at the long
ragged
scar in the mirror.
the tiny train tracks
of stitches.
my friend Betty tells me
that facial scars
on men
are sexy.
oh, do tell, i say
to her,
maybe i'll get some more.
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