by Allie Dresser
I only meant to get one. Then I entered your tattoo parlor and fell in love. Your art is your soul that I welcomed into my body like a conjoined twin. As I lift my shirt and watch you prep for number fifty, I’m sure this is it. This time, you will ask me out.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Forty-Nine Tattoos
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