Permanent Markers Leave Ink On My Hands

Permanent Markers Leave Ink On My Hands

A Poem by Laura Ex

Green smeared ink smudge

Tracing the tiny tunnels

Embedded on my thumb

A mystery maze for the color to bleed

Through

A whirlpool of identity

Tilting with every hand gesture made

Paths that age developed

And work hardened

Swirling infinite information

At my fingertip

© 2010 Laura Ex


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Laura Ex
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