I stencil a name on my arm
it's a game
that I play.
Say,
'anyone can too'

I do it in blood or blue ink
I think that it's ink, but
I could be a Royal.

Every name I can think of that
isn't one of yours makes me feel
so disloyal and I stencil again.

I stencil pain for a living,
pain's what life's giving me,
blue ink across an artery
I don't care enough to care.

On the knife edge of
a sharp edge you can't hedge your bets
and
you'd better believe it
before
the next cut you make
proves it.

I need nothing
and proof of me lies in the blood from
another artery,
this is field surgery or archery
I'm never sure which.