i won't say the name 
of that thing on my sleeve
but freckles still do that to me
even the interior ones made of light
then her father showed me him
the older brother
suspended in a diaper
he pointed at my sleeve
i remember that and the street
it's all the same to me he said
but if you wear it out there
you'll wear it out son
nice of him considering
the thought bubbles i had
sprouting out of his daughter's skin
beginning at the interior
and ending there on my sleeve