I. A permanent pen, as permanent as possible before effacement.
I. The compromise is, your name, my wrist.
I. That kind of oblivion, variegated.
I. To count the time from the womb, officially, in government documents.
I. Made coral for Irredention.
I. A resistance to tattoos and fixtures, primary colors.
I. My wiled Sphinx. It’s the only way we know how.
Originally published in The Iowa Review 42.3 (2012)