I wear my condo like a scar
Some people don’t like such wounds
But teenage boys and me
We see them as something else
A scar is a window to the inside
It shows we have guts

This is my salesman’s red car, I suppose
A sign of success not hardly paid off
Monthly payments loom
Erasing excuses,
Kicking procrastination in the ass
I cannot afford to fail

Upside down, under water
Like purple puckered flesh
It may not be pretty
But it shows I can dream
It shows I can reach
It shows I will heal

Photo by Steamboat Digs