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(~for R.A.~)
pour la Canadienne
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The inside flat of
the upper left arm,
“the arm proper,”
a body part,
held in
low regard,
for it is not
easy visible,
shapely,
nor is it the arm of
Jerusalem cunning.^
Few realize
it alone,
the only skin
that can be
instantaneously
pressed direct
upon the
beating (dis)heartened
chest.
There,
upon it,
upon you,
I’ve inscribed in
richest blue India ink,
these words
tattooed,
ready for transfer,
im-pressing,
s k i n  to  s k i n,
an instant injection,
more powerful
than
Adrenaline:
You!
are
(not!)
alone.
^
â—„ Psalm 137:5 â–ş
“If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem, Let My Right Hand Forget Her Cunning”
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as is sometimes the case,
these words came to me
fully formed
in the mid of night
4:13am
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some say upon the same place,
but on the right arm was drawn
“a map of Canada
Oh, Canada
With your face sketched on it twice”
