here before. But I wasn’t in
this body. Back when i skinned
my knees and got welts the size
of softballs from mosquitos.
i still get welts from mosquitos.
but they don’t feel the same. This
hair isn’t mine and whose
dress is this?
You brought me here, i remember.
Hiked 12 miles around
the blue ridge. We saw bears
here and 8-point bucks there.
You told me to keep moving but I
wanted to die there, remember?
We ate pumpkin butter while our
toes dangled thousands of feet
above the valley and i told you
i left my bike down there from my past
life. But this time when
I skinned my knees, I didn’t feel
the hot from the blood or smell
the copper of pennies.