Every month The outer layer of skin fully replaces itself yet months later I still felt the sting of your touch The next class she told us Every seven years Every cell has replaced itself It took me that long to speak of it the first time After trauma repeats itself I wonder if I can forget I wonder if my bones Will ever forget the chill
But later she told us Every 8 years Your skeleton Has broken down and replaced itself again
What a beautiful thought That one day Not skin, nor cell, nor bone Will have ever known you