I should be writing an essay about Syria,
there should be more meaning in civil war than in your freckles
one two three no more than three
on your pinky finger, your big toe, above your eye (at least
that is where mine are)

and our bodies share the same soul
which is funny because sometimes whole countries forget
that they are conjoined.

I occupy you like pearls in an oyster, six total
and while we birth beautiful shells, war kills six people at a time.