Writing My Story

by Bill McCloud

One typo
Every time I write the word years
it always comes out as tears

And that scar down your cheek
That mysterious scar that
speaks of childhood accidents
or dangerous traffic on the road
or violence you faced head-on
shines there like an outtake
from an old Dylan album of a
version few people have heard
of a still important song

And writing my story every time
I type out years the piece of
technology supposedly at my bidding
changes the word to tears