Your nib
Gently tracing the crevasses
Outlining the landscape
The peaks and valleys
Hillsides
And tiny roads
That make up
The map of my body
Knowing the geography in such a way
That only a local would
Not a tourist or a traveler
But someone who has spent time
Considerable time
With their hands, blood and bones
Turning
And
Pressing
The land...
If you could cover me in ink
In such a way as this
...would you.
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