When you were in the bathtub, practicing your drowning skills,
the cool porcelain skin resting against your milk-white thighs,
I caught a glimpse of your right wrist, the steady ladder of red
climbing up the inside, a rung, two rungs, three, fourteen.
Complete poem on Meggie’s Tumblr page: Sewing Lessons.
Consider buying one or both of Meggie’s books.