Scars and stars.

Today a doctor drew a big circle on my foot, the perimeter of this crazy inflammation from a bug bite.

Then, sitting in my room, the pens came out as I labeled everything I could find on myself. I was all circles and arrows.

"Freckle"

"This scar is from a salad spinner"

"Kiss me, I'm Irish"

"Shoulder"

"Bug bite"

The ink sunk into my flesh as my body became a map of my body.

I continue to miss you in all the wrong ways. 

And never learn my lessons.