Sadness I would scribble on my limbs on my pupils.
Sadness I would write on every finger, and fingertip,
every swirl and line on my hand.
On every contour and crevice, along every scar.
Sadness I would write down my thighs and on the pout of my bottom lip.
Sadness in every language that ever breathed.
Sadness in languages ancient and languages dead.
Until my body a scroll