by Tyler Knott Gregson
What if all
the freckles
and beauty marks
that live on your body
were actually
stars
and the scars
were the muddy
and milky
imprints of galaxies
that our eyes
just can’t quite
focus on?
What if the
universe
was your skin
and your flesh
and the tiny
bits of color
spilled out
over the curves
of your body?
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