The bruise above my kneww
has faded some
I wear my skirt hiked up
And think of you
I want people to see;
to think I'm claimed
with this badge of honor,
this thing of pride
The shape has become strange
as though a bloom
has spread across my skin
in blue and green
Its place seems to suggest
that there are more
trailing up past my hems
to darker places
But really, the truth is
I fell over, riding my bike
while not thinking of you at all
(not at all, I swear)
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