a dolip of matisse

“i hope you saw the best in me while i felt burning fingertips laced on my body i hope you saw the birthmark on the right side of my neck and behind my left thigh i hope you saw a woman a collection of poetry, art, music, emotion, illogically made, love, hate, anger, bitterness, attention seeking behavior in those crevices, you would understand me once more in my lousy writing”