I own so many things

my knuckles
are small but serviceable
they glow cherry red
peeling skin and scabs
they are a mark of achievement
of breaths brushing the floor
of sweat and bitten lips

I have already etched frowns
between my concerned brows
but I have smiles
sitting in the corners of my eyes

my thighs
carry me and kick out
mark the passages of my months
drip oxidized and corrosive
stiffen and soften
my thighs are an accomplishment
a lesson in me
my thighs