Marks

I am made of 
hangnails and scrapes,
stubbed toes and scuffed shoes,
ripped jeans and broken zippers,
unraveled hems and split ends

My fingerprints smudge glass
and I scratch smooth surfaces
and track muddy footprints on clean floors
My spirit hangs around like perfume
lingering when I exit a room
The world may leave its mark on me
but I leave my mark here too