everyone
has a tattoo these
days.
the middle age
grocery
clerk's arms
are full of them.
although
they are a little
runny now.
the blue
is green, the
reds are
violet, seeping
into
the fleshy skin.
your barista
has a nice barbed
wire
around his
biceps. black
and jagged,
scary, and the day
care center
lady has a rose
on her breast, or
at least the part
of her breast that
she chooses
to show you
with her low
cut yellow
sweater.
it used to be
sailors, or
sinister people
who rode bikes
and killed cats
for fun,
prisoners, and
carnival folk who
were adorned
with ink, but not
anymore, the
times they are
a changing.
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