you ask her about
her tattoos, if they
hurt when she got them.
the butterfly
on her breast,
the cricket on her
foot. the bumble
bee buzzing very
close to the curve
of her white bottom.
there's even a lady
bug, orange with
black dots,
on her neck.
yes, she says.
they all hurt, but I
love them and might
get more. I'm expressing
who I am, and what
about you, she says.
do you have any?
no, you tell her.
I'm afraid of needles.
and I'd like to leave,
the way I came in.
Monday, October 13, 2014
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