Sensitive to the Sun

Speckled shoulders

twist to shelter

but they only invite.

Judging from green

eyes, I’d say that’s

the purpose. Your

face too is freckled,

mostly around

hairline fractures

of where you are

and where you were.

What do these freckles

and speckles withhold

that pale skin yearns for?

Are your breasts jealous?

Your belly, legs—absent

of distinction, imperfection—

Are they the haves

or the have nots?

An accord of

where you will

be

anywhere

but here.

6/1/10