NaPoWriMo 25

After the Bath


Is it enough to run my hand
against her long scar
just above her bra line?

The scar a threshold,
a jagged reminder
we really don’t know

anything about ourselves.
Inside, our bodies
are in constant disrepair

each cell patching holes
and spackling walls,
doing its best at home repair.

Cannot imagine
not drying her skin
on this quiet evening

as night unfurls
like a towel to reveal
the marks we keep for life.