Allison Morris #4 'Marks'

If my insides were of wood
they would be marked
graffitied
like an old school desk–
such-and-such was here,
so-and-so loves whats-his-name
this and that forever.

But how I long to be sanded down!
          Wiped clean, scrubbed.
How heavenly to be blank
and
          white
                          as
                                         paper.