A Mark

when I was younger

there was a girl who lived a block

down

and every day we would fool around

once a day I would see her birthmark

etched on her upper thigh

she would say

“how you love that thing”

and I would kiss it every day.

several years later she found me

and came by with her boyfriend

some guy who smoked and played guitar

and was a fan of all the bands I liked

she crossed her beautiful thighs as we talked

high

but not high enough for me to see that birthmark.

when they were both ready to leave

I gave her a hug and

I shook hands with her boyfriend

and I never saw him or her

birthmark

ever again.