Mya Washam


Your freckles are aligned like constellations

I could play connect the dots for hours

You hate them, I know

I don’t understand why

Maybe you’re afraid you will get skin cancer


My favorite lies directly on the skin placed right over your jaw bone

I ask you to donate some of them to me

My skin is boring


I have sun spots scattered over my arms and shoulders

A few on my legs

I create a false identity, dotting my cheeks and nose with brown speckles

I want to look like you

Why wouldn’t I, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen