Battle
What if
There is no easy
Clean cut
Love
Only a clumsy
Reopening
Of scars
Accompanied
By a careful
Excision
Of those healing
Keloids
Gone awry
Maybe
A restitching
Of the self
Into a neater
More presentable
Demarcation
Of old injury
And in time
If you are lucky
You can bare
Your soul and skin
Again
Without the shame
Of scaring
Men
-me
