I keep touching my ankles, an itch of an arm on my skin, a rough heel, a whisker, a feeler, a knot in my braid... I scratch left to right hatchmarking the stars of my scars, testing a pebbled tastebud licking and biting my lower lip, I test out every knuckle to see if I can pop it one more time, this lip balm a sticky matador's bended wand, a cup of tap water I shared with a plant, my cat, this stick of incense won't last forever