Track marks look the same on every page.
You turn your arms over and they're
all paintings by the same artist; a broken
record of your least favorite song, a
singer who can only sing in one key.
Track marks are old, sullen felines,
resting in one spot for so long, their
shedded hairs have contoured with
the hard-marble countertop.
When one notices these blisters,
no answer is needed.
This needle-stenciled manuscript can't be edited.
How long can one clean a dirty mirror
before they let dust speak for itself?--Mark Evans