Wake: Up to Poetry
Poem of the Week: “Scar” by Moya Cannon
“Scar” by Moya Cannon
Why does it affect
and comfort me
the little scar
where, years ago, you cut your lip
shaving when half drunk
and in a hurry
to play drums in public.
We step now
to rhythms we don’t own or understand,
and, with blind, dog-like diligence,
we hunt for scars in tender places.