Quills

I’m writing a novel.
On the side of your face
Under your chin.
Along your neck.
The top of your spine.
My ink is oil and salt.
My pen, fingertips.
You’ll read it
every time your eyes are closed.
As your skin recalls it
in sequence
(an old record).
I’ll write a new one every evening.

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