draw me free
hand, flat 
against my chest, fingers 
laid across 
a scar, my life
line, bridged by shadow 
stitches crossing 
rivulets 

don’t draw what isn’t
there, absence
of weaponry, only 
sketch in filigrees of hair
delicate
as woven hope

shade my straight lines
queer, irregular
as pathways
seamed and patched
flagrant
as dancers’ soles
mid-leap

make your brush strokes
shameless, vivid
as my slicked and sweated 
connectivity, show 
what sinew can 
be 

seen from space, mind 
wired, every
taut line mapped, a body
transitory, still
transformed, a life
crosshatched.

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Prompt

What does your body mean when seen from space?

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Jude Marr (he, they) is a Pushcart-nominated trans poet, editor and teacher. We Know Each Other By Our Wounds (Animal Heart Press, 2020) is Jude’s first full-length collection. His work has also appeared in many journals and anthologies, most recently Masculinity: An Anthology of Modern Voices (Broken Sleep Books)