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Scars that Rub Off

Jiani Gi


After an eight hour sojourn

I reappear / with the skin on


my knee split open as though

I’ve outgrown myself \ too quickly for

stretch marks

to suffice.


I sit atop

a chair. As my father

kneels before me on the floor.

Quickly his arm is on my knee,

is rubbing alcohol.


Ah, no pain I feel in this surprise! I am strong.


I peel the scar \ that \ forms at nine and

eat it, in a dream / at nineteen: if I see eyes like those, I know


\ that \


They want to conquer a different slit in my skin.

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