Awakened from a dream
where in a repetitive
fashion
I
tattoo
elaborate scenes on the meatiest part of my thighs
in reality my skin is altered by mere sunlight age and accident
I do not see the images fully formed each viewing they are
in lasered stages b l u r r e d into obscurity for the next round
the sense arises that this cycle of subjecting myself to pain
for an artistic vision is trying to tell me something
about my poetry about how I make the same mistakes again and again
like blueberry gin after midnight
and emotionally distant men
Anna Percy has been writing for the page, stage and publication since 2004 mostly in the North of England. In 2010 she co founded the feminist collective Stirred Poetry. She has three full length collections with Flapjack Press. This poem is from an upcoming pamphlet The Everlasting Now from Some Roast Poets.
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