Scar Pt1

Reaching for my favorite shirt and the iron-warming Starched and ironed, complete with those creases that cut It was made for me and handsome. And you and your brown eyes and irony when angry Irony and starched and those same creases Our joy, crushed yet alive and waiting And the fabric of those brown eyes They are frayed with holes and still, I starch and iron Maybe if looked deeply you can see me and the creases The scar is from that knife wound I gave you You are proud of the stitching, and your head held high I feel sad when I see the sutures on your chest You wear them like a pair of worn slippers They hurt the eye, but they keep your feet warm