Anyway, I have been thinking so much about her and Allan and their amazing, albeit too brief time together.
for the fire he once held.
I was marked at birth on my left breast
with a curious brown spot,
smeared carefully across soft tissue.
Fingers find it often in the dark,
rubbing over its caked surface
as if the right touch will reveal some
ancient Pangean secret.
I seem to remember standing on the edge of Carolina,
stretching for something thrown
with tectonic force
just out of my reach.
Your hand found me,
searing recognition into flesh
to be born again
when my grip was strong.
— Kathryn Cody