Stained – A Poem

Note: This week’s…not any busier than usual, actually. But a lot of stuff DID happen because it’s the company Christmas party this weekend and a lot of the foreign bosses are here. I almost didn’t have time for poetry.

Of course, I found time anyway. We always need to find time for what makes us happy, yes? I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you guys share yours with me soon.

ReadinginBetween_Stained Poem

Sometimes at

the end of the wash you find

a swatch of skin so

odd on hands

you stop

and stitch a memory of stains

which explain that patch

of stranger color forgetting

it was you

being beautiful

all along

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