when i realized there would be no more comments

well take a look at my back
this scar is from when i was twelve i
had a mole and they took it off and
it left a scar. this scar.
this scar too, age thirteen that means
nineteen ninety-nine when i got it
the last of year of that decade that i holler for
at night.

and this one?
no, i don't know where it came from
or how i got it, or if i got it, or if it got me.
i believe that you have meaning
because you have expression
it is not enough to see that you have bled
part of me wants to see that you can bleed.

the other scars don't mean anything
they're just evidence of
a few years ago, when i fell down and got back up
(the alternative was worse)
remarks on the shiny white life i used to have.
i'm still white that type of thing doesn't change
but my dreams are less serene.

about that other scar
i'm unsure as to whether or not you care what it says
about me, about my capacity to pick at scabs

it's just,
now you know that i know how to bleed.
i didn't mean to show you that
it just sort of happened.