Of all the things I've done
Of all the times I haven't looked
gotten out unscathed....
This tiny scar
on the first knuckle of my left ring finger where I burned myself
I lifted my hand for just a second
touched the metal
and just like that:
prelude to a permanent reminder.
It didn't start to hurt
until the next day,
but I get it.
We don't get to choose what stays with us.