Most of my adult life, I ponder

the tiny white dot on my leg… where i have no pigment and don't know why…. when i'm particularly tan, i look down at my legs, the only part of my body i really like, and think it my own exotic little beauty mark… always the pale shell color of my grandmother's beach house… a romantic little notion, did i always have it? or did it happen at the beach? some lovely memory to match the color...