Freckles are scattered words,
written softly across the skin,
as if time had traced them
in passing, without intention.

They gather along the curve of your nose,
rest quietly on your cheekbones,
and at times resemble faint imprints,
marks that belong to the body
the way stars belong to the sky.

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With Afra Bonmarco

 

Special thanks to Leanner Warriner, Jenny Conreen, Annie Swain and Helen Asher.