it's there
in that crease
between shoulder blades
it's there in the
center of your chest

sepia stains
i am an owner of nothing
my antiquity is neither
black nor white nor gray
orange baby pictures
early photo shop
faded polaroids
crystalized flash
smoke
light

but it's there
some sort of reciprocity
a physical geography
a math equation, a spot
on your hand me down shirt
it's there
like a scab, a crust of skin
dangling by a hair
it's gonna fall anyway
so scratch

it's just a bonus
if you also bleed