feet that won’t get clean
blue stains i can’t remember the source of
a heart shaped scar from the hot metal stove door
a silence in my head that holds foot even when i walk
through busy amsterdam streets
small scars from hundreds of musquito & midgee bites
scratches on my arms and legs
visibility of muscles i never knew i had
greener fingers
a soft sweet pain in my heart
new knowledge
everlasting stories
new old friends
happiness
