Wordsole

I got my first tattoo about six months ago. Man, did I love it. The entire experience. The anticipation, the pain, the colors slowly fixing on my arm. At one point, I got a little turned on by the sharp sting. Which wouldn’t be embarrassing except that the tattoo artist was my good friend’s boyfriend. And she was sitting next to me holding my hand. My brother was also in the room. I tried to keep my (dirty) thoughts to myself.

I’m ready for my next inking, and though I never thought I’d be so cheesy, I’m going for the poetry. ee cummings is the only man whose words I will ever allow on body. I can’t wait.