Body’s Prison Tattoo

The needle wriggles


like a worm

caught between the beak of a bird.

Blood mixes with forget-me-not blues;

purple riverlets

of desire filling the belly of swallows,

once thought to carry

the souls of sailors to heaven.

Now these wings

on the back of Body’s hands,

part bone, part feather,

pull inward—

this ain’t no lie

these fists can fly.

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