My Antecubital Space

am/fm dreams

when i was telling all the other kids i was 13
the hotel has a pool, it has a couple of vending machines
with all my story telling done, i went home to mow the lawn
i fell under the blades and now my summer dreams are gone

that’s just one story, about one scar
but i can tell you friend, that i got plenty more

a piranha bit my finger
took a pencil to the face
my left hand scar was a bad one
hidden scar in a hidden place
one time i broke a picture that was in a picture frame
knelt down by trash
got stabbed by glass
in my antecubital space

i went to the doctor back when i was 33
i don’t know what this is, but it don’t look that right to me
with all my explanations done, i closed my eyes and it was gone
i hardly felt a thing but i’m not saying that it was fun