i remember when i got that tattoo.
jocking at a rock station in dayton, ohio.
i got the tat in part because the chics in the smells like teen spirit video were so cool, i just had to get one, too.
in part declare “this is my body” to my husband
-who i barely knew.
it was a pretty-ish tat back then-an inky black wreathe
but the darn the thing is old and faded
and spread all out. (can’t imagine why)
so today, i met a lovely man named james and he does piecing, scarification and tattoo removal.
james calls his buisiness “holey body” and once he worked on a lady from the vadican, so i felt i was in good hands.
he prayed with me and i popped in my ear-buds to “third day-i want to sing a song”
and read the book of james outloud.
and james zapped zapped zapped zapped zapped zapped zapped
me with a lazer.
which did, in fact hurt. but now-and am closer to laying down that old worn-out self.
so long self.
hey wait, that’s a “third day” song!
i guess i’ll listen to it next time i see james.
and we’ll finish the book