The raised marks on my skin
show me home: a map is a memory,
and my marks are equally for my mind
and for yours. Find me on my skin:
Texas is to the right of a stray freckle;
you are here: don't forget, but if you do,
I'll remember for you.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
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