Proud Flesh

In this bright light,
I can see the scars
on your face.
Harsh but true.

Self-inflicted wounds
heal in a different key,
if they heal
at all. You were

a little flat,
my mother thought.
I remember a definition
of humility

that knocked the wind
out of me.
Don’t know where you were
that morning.

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