You can look at my body and see my life 

Written in strange marks

The remants of old tan lines 

And last weeks bruises. 

There are accidental shaving nicks that have yet to disapear.

There are deep gouges made by fingernails in the middle of a dream

There is paint and Sharpie, 

Nail polish and pen,

Aquired in all those hours of boredom and ispiration  

I have rings to symbolize the Goddess Mother Earth 

And Father Sky: her Counterpart

There are pimples on my that show that I am growing

And too much mascara to say

"Look at me" 

There are half-healed scars of busted knuckles

And indents in my hands from books

My life is written all over me

In bumps and marks and signs