by David Andrés Alíx
Your not as enthused about your forearm tattoo, as when you first got it
The Santa María?
You said, “Oh…no it’s just a ship”, as if the bottom dropped out of your heart
You didn’t lay blame as your eyes did get rounder, but if I ventured a guess, those masts were inked when you thought you had arrived at your home
Since then you did lift anchor still looking for something you lost or have never discovered
Perhaps you might find it off the coast of Haiti