Tattoos
Now that it is summer and the valley gets hot,
I get up early and drive around on my motorbike
before the sun burns the skin into dead ea rolls
of ancient script proving once and for all that
Israel was a district in Palestine.
The tattoo, on my body – I was a seafarer- looks
odd now that my body is no longer muscular but
wrinkled and the sail ship on my chest has sunk
and drowned in the many folds of my stomach,
that looks like a petrified sea, Luckily the ship was
Mary Celeste its crew rowed to my back which is
a big ocean and void of ripples. But I’m only ugly
in my own mind the people around her couldn’t care
less, they ignore me and that is scary.
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