Tariq Latif

Tariq Latif first collection of verse, Skimming the soul, was published by Littlewoods.

Poem: ‘My Hands’

Tariq Latif, 25 July 1991

All day I have wiped paste inks From auxiliary rollers, ink ducts, Rubber stamps and the work top. Dabbing My fingers in trichloroethane.

The cleaning solution is clear as water And smells like methylated spirits. My fingers are numb. When I squeeze Them they tingle, letting loose

Tiny electric bolts. The top part Of the fingerprints is grained with inks. My fingers are like lighthouses...

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