My Tattoo by Jesse Gonzales

A stranger’s skill captures 
a woman, forgotten in yesterday’s clouds 
Pain escapes through thick black letters
Glued to a mistake 
My skin builds a shell 
to numb her touch
Iron seeps into my past 
I taste sour regret 
in the needle’s smell
Capitals loop curves 
that copy her hips 
A cloth-wipe gives birth 
to a perfected scar

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