Tattoo
Tattoo
The light is like a spider. The webs of your eyes There are filaments of your eyes -Wallace Stevens
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there–
Its two webs.
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
"From tattoos to epitaphs, short messages can have powerful meanings" | Poynter.
Contains a link to a new anthology of literary tattoos, “The Word Made Flesh.”
