Fingerprints

Some poems about marks and making them and trying to avoid them ..

Ink blot

I have blotting paper skin, your marks are on me, Like your hand on my hip in the morning.

Character assassination

I think you are working on the structure of petals, They have taken your fingerprints for their file. We are out stalking rebellion, Making tracks for an excuse, another place.

Timekeeping

Your storey block is like a Jenga tower In a game well played.

Snapshot

It must've been a long walk. The sky was grey and we ran after seagull feathers as you promised to teach us calligraphy.

Embedded

These are the things you forget And turn into nightmares.