Scrapes


There were small pieces of you that I did not pick up
now that I look back on that I feel regret
but your skin was too silky smooth
and my hands were oh so rough

harsh

there was that
and then there was my sense of self
which was lacking all that you were
made out to be and were

true

and we were on unequal terms
you and I
back then
had I known then what I now guess to be true

love

I would have risked the scrapes and scratches

~

words: Cathrine Lødøen, Norway (snapshots)
image: Eva Konstantopoulos, California (Lost Angeles)