I prefer my emotional baggage internalized
Not overinked on my skin
If I had a tattoo for every love and passion
I’ve ever held and lost I’d be invisible
Beneath the burden of faded colors
That would blanket me with memory
Of past infatuations
Issues that are so last year
Dead ends
Sad partings
So my canvas is fresh enough
For your fingertips to trace new works
With the impermanence of yesterday
Brush me with your art
That leaves no reminders
Secure enough in its own truth
To need no signpost for the destination
David Trudel © 2013
