I have all of these ...
permanent flaws.
Scar slipping along the back of my left middle finger.
It can’t compare with the long red lines on my inner arm.
Those will fade to a pale gray ...
but still, they remain.
Stretch marks on my breasts from growing too fast.
Stretch marks below my misshapen belly button
belie the fact ...
I am battle scarred ... a woman, a mom.
My favorite flaw lives at the small of my back ...
a natural tat ...
scar of a childhood scrape against the spout in the bath.
I wonder sometimes ...
(like others do)
if these are the flaws that leave me sitting here alone.
With one less mistake, would I be ...
Lovable?