the giant scar on my nose was given
to me by the sun via cancer.
the tattoo on my right bicep was given
to me by a girl in Union Square.
I collect girls, too.
keep some here.
and some there.
in boulevards and hearts.
carried by the words
that I write here before I sleep before I wake up.
I keep life loud.
top of the speakers.
the ones that speak to me.
even though
I thought love was numb and ugly, it is not.
I am always wrong.
I like being wrong.
I hate being right.