Cicatrice

7.7.07

Grey, tight clothesline

stretching across a nippled breast

Dark brown coffee stain

on a slender wrist

Star burst of white flesh

dimpling a flank

The slash of birth

tucked into pubic hair

Sign posts of a life lived

but the deepest wound

goes yet unseen

curving outward

like a cupped hand

begging for

a kiss, a quarter, a stitch.