I burned my forearm
on my oven rack
while baking cookies.
I told people it was a scar
from a fight I had with a black bear
who happened to be on fire.
Earlier this week
you asked me if I’d been sleeping well
pointing to my eyes.
I laughed, because
it was a silly question.
Those weren’t bags under my eyes
they were black-eyes
from a fight I was in the night before
with the Sedin brothers,
those Canucks are cocky bastards.
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