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
between me
and my conviction

Originally published in the Fall 2009 issue of genesis – The Art and Literary Magazine of IUPUI