There’s one on my arm
From that time
You led me through the park
“don’t peek,” you said
I peeked.
I’m still sorry

There’s a bunch
All over my hands
Because someone held them
When I was crossing the street
I looked down
And not only saw my feet
But

I saw one from the time yours fell on mine
We were dancing
Drunk with eachothers’ love
And drunk by wine

But mostly drunk because
That’s the only way to be
When among friends

There’s one
I wish wasn’t there
From a time when “no”
Meant “fine”
And fine it was not

And one more on my face
A river pushing through earth
eroded
From too much use
Or not enough

I gather them sometimes
Give them a good look.
Remember them.
Then forget.
Remember
Forget
Consider
Ignore
Remember.