all about
i ask her, pointing at the sun
on her arm
in red ink.
it's about the sun,
she says.
i love the sun.
and what about this one,
which one
she says,
i have seven.
the one on your leg,
it looks like a face.
oh, that's my mother.
i have my
children
on my back. all three
of them.
i'm getting my dog
next, if i have room
on my neck.
and your father, oh,
hmmm.
i never thought about
that.
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