REMINDERS
Dedicated to one of those
bodily imperfections
(Written in 1992)




Birthmarks,

They look so much larger

Now that I am older,

Reminding me of days

Gone by.



They bring back memories

I can't quite recall,

Like knowing there is

Something you're forgetting

That you need to remember.



Transient life reminds me

And sucks me dry,

While I struggle

To carry on

With my birthmarks.



But I don't want to recall

The mutating, painful

Travail that went into

Making them

My only inheritance.