who i am

Sometimes I think I don't know who I am but right now I do, so I'm writing it down so I don't forget.

My eighteenth summer I am gold skin and brown hair. I am jeans and tank tops, Gucci flora and strawberry chapstick. I am flip flops, the same faded green bag with the key to my bedroom on it and chipped black nail polish. I am long hours in the truck with my closest friends, playing contact and being sad but mostly happy. I am shitty tattoos and thin but not skinny. I am cigarettes smoked a little too often, with their butts shoved in my purse and truck and pockets and their smell clinging to me even when my fingers are empty. I am a girl who loves and hates small towns, who loves the forest but the ocean more. I am fresh red lines on my left forearm but it's okay because I can skip rocks now. I am a lost eyebrow piercing and a million lost futures. I am hope misplaced and found again.