along Lee Highway on a summer
night.
years ago.
ten maybe.
she was sitting on the bench
outside, waiting
for me.
she was surrounded by children.
like pigeons at her feet.
they were pointing
and touching her skin
covered in tattoos.
plants and animals
were inked from her neck
down to her bare waist,
then below her knees.
she smiled
when i approached,
we shook hands and hugged,
then went in.
i never asked her about
the ink.
and she never told me the story
behind it all.
but we made
love in the car that night,
knowing it would never
last, but still there
were many nights more.
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