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TranscendenceMy three o'clock appointment. I sit down on the stool by my client, snapping on a pair of vinyl gloves. We don't use latex anymore - too many allergies. I ask the shirtless man before me how he's doing, but all I get is a grunt as he stretches himself out on the bench. We joke in the shop that the untalkative customers might as well be corpses. The tattoo, which spans the entirety of his back, is merely an outline at this stage. Shockingly black against his skin, it represents three hours of my hard work. But it never feels like three hours. I tell him I'm glad to see he's been caring for it properly. Many people don't, and the tattoo gets infected. When all I get is a nod, it makes me wonder if he's shy or just rude. I pick up the silver box and piping machine that is my tattoo "gun" (only scratchers - bad tattoo artists - call them "guns" though). I pop the barrel out of the tattoo machine, slide a new needle through the silver cylinder and then clip the whole mechanism back into pla
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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