an unrehearsed universe

Smooth Skin

Splotchy dark
mosquito bites
badges of childhood
marks of summer
proof of sweet blood

Thick ridged
surgical flesh
a dead man
gave me back my legs
and thus my life

Thin clean line
adorning a
partially severed thumb
which cooked, cleaned,
fussed
while weeping

Hollow indentation
of cracked bone
crooked dealings
crooked healing
the skull warped
but not broken

Fading ones
upon the wrists
designs of sorrow
etched in blades
and blood

What could I want
with smooth skin?