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Canvas Skin

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On a Wednesday Jack
Sat in front of me in history
With a wound scraped into
The back of his neck,
White bandage clean-cut
Against sports-tanned skin.

No one asked.

Still weeks later he was
Rubbing at the shiny pink scar,
A part of him reborn,
That youngest part,
He as much an artist as any man who lives.





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