This poem written on my body will not stop.
You cannot arrest this poem without it growing bolder.
I wanted to give you a poem, but I offer my body instead.
Her words made me think about the poems written on my own body. I have no actual words on my body, but the scars of my life experience, the laughlines around my eyes, the dirt from my garden embedded under my fingernails, and the tanlines from my paddling jersey...these all are poems. Poems that speak themselves to everyone around me.
(photo by Jessica)