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Kathryn Daszkiewicz
BLUE TATTOO
BLUE TATTOO
BLUE TATTOO
Taut as a drum, you beata slow tattoo against my skin.
At each stroke, the guttural utterance
that renders speech redundant;
at each stroke, blue worlds
mute as bruises. Boundaries
blur, as you ink out an indelible territory
where language is pure rhythm
and retreat is no longer an option.
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
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BLUE TATTOO
Taut as a drum, you beata slow tattoo against my skin.
At each stroke, the guttural utterance
that renders speech redundant;
at each stroke, blue worlds
mute as bruises. Boundaries
blur, as you ink out an indelible territory
where language is pure rhythm
and retreat is no longer an option.
BLUE TATTOO
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