Tattoos | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

You carve promises on your body that you cannot keep
you turn your body to blue from pink
your identity comes through the needle that pokes your arms
your neck your chest your back your leg but not your palms
every corner of your body is covered with statements, true or false,
there is no denying it
no soap or eraser nor scratching will do
only on second thought you might realize
that you'll have to wear long sleeve shirts all summer long.

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