my scar is real.
i carry it with me every day.
it is about the length of a quarter. just below my lowest left rib. it always looked like a circular banana slice
i haven't looked at it in a long, long time.
i'm looking at it now.
it used to be more round, i swear to god. smooth and bumpy. born of trauma. not a birthmark.
it has always stayed the same size, even as i grew - so it used to seem huge, but seems small now.
i used to like to run my hands over it. i must have looked strange doing that, as a kid.
i used to ask every doctor what they thought it was, and none could tell me.
i always thought it was a burn.
haven't thought about it in years, actually.
today is a new discovery! or maybe i'm just seeing it clearly for the first time!
it is NOT round and there is a barely perceptible crease running through the length of it.
there are two darker spots along that crease that are dimpled, equi-distant apart.
it looks to be a really badly badly stitched hole.
i wish my scar could talk.
maybe my scar could tell me why i have always, always been solemn
but why i have always had some basic self esteem
and why i am so positive my birthday is correct.
maybe my scar could tell me my name.
i love my scar.
it's all that i came to america with.
my memento of korea.