If I fill my arms with words
will they distract me long enough
Long enough for the next assignment
the next meeting, the next exam to
Consume my thoughts and divert
My skin is swarming with letters
scrawled in haste and meticulously placed.
People stare when I walk by, with just a slight tilt of the head
And I wonder which words have
Caught their gaze.
Is it the block of lyrics adorning my left forearm
The disconnected words circling my wrist
The quote inscribed over old scars.
Script connected by miniscule sketches
The phrases and verses that are
renewed with the sunrise.
Yesterday’s are scrubbed away
And today’s demons are fought with new lines.