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Tattooing Ourselves at School<\/strong><\/p>\n Do you remember the day we tattooed unfolded before us. Our skin cut the drinks of other kids, ruined the ink in. Ink from a pen\u2019s Ripped out and opened, its insides spread There lay two whose names were writ truer and longer lasting than our schoolboy fading already, forgotten by lunchtime.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jason Monios<\/strong> is originally from Australia, and recently moved to France after many years in Scotland. His poetry publications include Magma, The North, Gutter, Acumen, Poetry Scotland, New Writing Scotland, Southbank Poetry, Envoi, The Fenland Reed, Northwords Now, The SHOp, The Warwick Review <\/em>and The Guardian.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tattooing Ourselves at School Do you remember the day we tattooed ourselves at school? We huddled within our homemade shelter, lidded desk unfolded before us. Our skin cut by my compass that never knew its purpose, had danced along every desk, punctured the drinks of other kids, ruined skirts and pencil cases. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18943"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19011,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18943\/revisions\/19011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nourselves at school? We huddled within
\nour homemade shelter, lidded desk<\/p>\n
\nby my compass that never knew its purpose,
\nhad danced along every desk, punctured<\/p>\n
\nskirts and pencil cases. We scratched
\nour arms, swore our truths and smeared<\/p>\n
\nendoskeleton, its plastic lung,
\nits hospital tube, intravenous blue lake.<\/p>\n
\nalong our shivering shells, blocking
\npores and filling the rill we\u2019d carved.<\/p>\n
\nin ink. That handmade sign signified
\nour lives, our loves and our beliefs,<\/p>\n
\nseriousness, even if the ink
\nhad seeped into our shirts by then,<\/p>\n