Upcycle
Life leaves its mark
scars from collisions
from emergency intervention,
mysteriously mottled,
skin stretched, returned corrugated,
deflated balloon, all fun exhaled
holiday, lobster, peel, tan, fade, repeat
the nail that didn’t survive the half marathon
the eyebrows that didn’t survive the eighties
rough where it used to be smooth
low where it used to be high
lines, craters, pits, blotches,
dots, splotches and wrinkles
inevitable as taxes
don’t cover up or hide under layers
these are your stories
prefer to think of a do-up, a re-jig
a fresh coat of ink
your style, your way
old skin still sparks joy
