Eating Poetry

A Taste of Body Art

they called her bluebird
but she had forgotten
how to sing the blues

she savored his tattoos
asking him to dance with her
for the last time

and then she heard a chime
in the tapping of his shoes
it fixed her rhyme

and she sang the blues

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