Holes Where My Moles Used to Be

a rhythmical poem

Photo by Scott Webb from Pexels

I have holes where my

moles used to be.

My dermis doles out

speckles in the form

of freckles; polka dots

of questionable sun spots.

The doctor peeled off my

marks and then cauterized

with sparks; and that is why

I have holes where my

moles used to be.