Skin

Our skin is memory

It covers an extensive space

There are parts that only we can reach

We are porous

We absorb

We are the collectors of a history of life

Our skin is memory

We store ourselves inside

It offers us protection

But sometimes we cannot hide

We are porous

We absorb

We are the collectors of a history of life

We are porous

We absorb

We are the collectors of a history of life

Can we cleanse the past with coffee and honey and oil?

Can we wash off when we have felt most alone?

You are seen

You are heard

You are enough