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This was emailed to me....it really touched me... TATTOO by Martha Marinara Until now my history has been the markings of men: mother lover lesbian woman daughter Eve Jezebel My life's work grieves for a new geography a new litany for the landscape of my flesh. I name my body beyond what earth imagined for me freshly sprung stories for bone, blood, muscle, and marrow. As the needle fires skin with the smallest of dancer steps desire designs the black ink of martyrs in miniature and burns with the benediction of terrible stars and loosens the thousand lucid tongues of my voice. My spine's expansion like the slow build up of prairie wind releases my back, my shoulders to psalm's fontanel angel wings make dust of the low whistling my flesh has been pulling my spirit from the aperture of my soul marking metamorphosis in lambent liquid that covers my skin with the sleekness of the newly birthed.

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I just read it on your profile. I loved it.