It could be watching your family
Diced up in slow-motion
By a sick biscuit with a machete,
Or the day your brother let you down.
It might be when you were wrongfully accused,
Whether they figured it out or not.
Maybe you discovered your wife sleeping
With her Yoga teacher,
Or remember the night your parents
Let you cry yourself to sleep.
It could be the motorcycle accident,
Or the time you saw your Uncle naked.
Under a bad moon,
It can all leave you scarred for life.
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Originally published in "Feets don't fail me now," a literary journal in Los Angeles, 2006. Revised 7-12-2009, and published, heavily revised, on All This Is that
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