Perfect

I was a tight-wound child, wrapped
around a book, perfect-bound,
spine uncracked, never dog-eared,
staying in the dust-cover unless
forced to run or ride a bike, then
always ending up with a wound,
scrape, a scuff or scratch,
my entire philosophy: just don’t fall.

Inspired by dVerse and a podcast about scars.

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