a perfect stencil
drawn by hand
scrawled onto the
blank canvas of my back
the hum of the gun
needle drenched in
a deep sky blue
anxiety flows
until it touches
my skin
a cat scratch
a bad scrape
the pain is nothing
and everything
solidifying the
connection
between me
and my conviction
This poem was originally published in my college’s literary journal (print only) in 2009. I hope you enjoy!