Body Works
Did you know our bodies
are works of words
that can be read
You have soccer stained on your shins
the man’s hands say Dad
in primary-colored paint
a wrist breastfed
and with a magnifying glass
you can read sugarless and milk
on the little girl’s white teeth
on toes ballerina and a dream
If we could dig under the skin
his intestines would spell fear
and on a woman’s hear five
stands in black ink for the number
of times it’s been broken
Elsewhere a little boy had one when
she refused his Valentine in second grade
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