you open up a new
business.
tattoo removals.
by the end of the week
you have a line
going out
the door. steadying
your hand
with a blue light
laser
you slowly
remove the inhebriated
inspired artwork
from
arms and legs,
breasts
and buttocks.
the butterflies,
the snakes,
the barbed wire
arms, the roses
and scorpions and
all the other youthful
and sometimes
middle aged
mistakes. by the end
of the month
you have three chairs
and three
assistants, you
can smell
the burning flesh
from here to
the harley bar up
the block.
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