Tattoo Girls

The scars of bad character,

The criminal symbols:

Ink.

Here,at the border,danger and excitement

Whisper:nothing is sacred,

Everything is sacred.

Touches and traces

Merge with the gaze

In the skin-game.

Looking is wanting,

Lacking,

Locking.

The tattoo girls invite you to the fair:

Come see the fire-eaters,

The freaks and daredevils,

The mythical animals in cages.

The needle stitches pure events

Into the flesh.

Miracles.

Monstrosities.

The tattoo girls refuse all categorisation.

They dictate the spectacle,

Disrupt the show.

And the voyeur’s eyes are turned back,

Repelled with Amazon force.