beauty marks and kisses from angels dots on white checked every year
they made my mom sick they burned them cut them froze them they cover her more than me like sprinkles little moments in time spread over her body my fingers would trail them feel the way they changed her skin I loved her dark spots until I realized they did not love her
I've grown my skin has stretched mine pulled my dark spots apart from where they started
If I could show you just how much I've changed I would show you with my dark spots I would show you how they started here and moved and changed and grew I would tell you how one dark spot has tracked my growth it never expected to be pulled down with the years but my growth prevailed and there it lies miles away from it's home
I would show you the one that I touch when I am nervous but not a bad nervous the nervous that excites that entices that knows there is more to find an adventure abroad your love to steal I touched this dark spot when I first saw you I still run my finger over it every time we meet
I would show you the scar where one was cut out where my kiss from an angel was suspected to be a kiss from cruel fate where my Mother's sickness shined through me where I felt mortality for the first time I lost my first tooth that summer day hours before they took my first dark spot it was as if my body knew it was time to grow up now that I had thought of death there was no point for baby teeth their assessments were wrong my dark spot was an angel's kiss but the risk was too great a lighter body and an aged mind moved forward my kiss gone my blessings gone as well
I would show you the ones that come every year that lightly dust my nose I would run your finger over the skin to show you that they are as fleeting as the season that they pop up as fast as they leave just like you did you left with those dark spots
I would show you the ones that make me who I am make me who we are the triangle on my left arm the triangle that all the women in my family share the women that are the strongest I know that have their own dark spots their own stories such a vast valley between our lives joined by our love by our past by our dark spots all in the same shape
I would show you my fourth dark spot I would show you the thing that I am most proud and humiliated of the fact that I am not wholly one of them the fact that I am my own
I would ask you to flip me over to run your hand across my back to clutch my ribs to touch the dark spots I cannot see to give you the dark spots that are for you I would show you the dark spots that are for you when I walk away when I lay next to you under you in front of you
if I could show you how much I've changed I would show you my dark spots the ones that belong to you the ones that belong to the angels the ones that belong to the cruel fate the ones that are from my mother I would show you the ones that bind me to the women in my family but most of all I would show you the ones that are just mine that only I know I want you to know them too