Marks

In my body again, marked with my marks: tribe, sub-tribe, clan, name-mark; voluval; first-child. Stretch marks nearly faded by the treatments. Wound nearly healed.

I've left a clone marked in other ways. I wish... I wish I could have brought those marks with me: to know them, even to show them.

I've had that clone well over a year. It was Kahu's gift of freedom to me: unmarked, able to determine its own beginnings.

While I'm away I'm having that clone marked with my marks. I'd like to live as though it's the real me living my life.

I don't know how to be a peaceweaver who flies and kills. That'll be an adventure.

I find myself wanting to be all my 'me's together.

I want privacy. I want to tell the worlds.