suitcasers

There’s one…
You see?
Right above my knee,
from climbing those trees
in the park.

Here’s another…
Right below my elbow.
Just one too many..
and your room was dark.
I swear I saw that edge,
but shadows might like
to tell the story different.

Two more..
on bottoms of both my feet.
They came from jumping off
the edge I’d thought I’d seen.
The edge that maybe looked
a little safer than it should
have seemed.

The last
are least visible.
They’ve faded best.
Their stress is worn
quite less blatant.
You know
but you aren’t sure;
you’d ask,
but you’re afraid.