you're one of those, aren't you?

she tells me that she only

has five

or six

tattoos.

her neck, her thigh,

her ankle,

her arm, her neck,

her bum.

flowers,

and hearts, that sort

of thing.

a hummingbird

in flight

adorns her shoulder.

i tell her i have none.

there's silence

on the line.

oh,

she says, oh my.

you're one of those,

aren't you?