I teeter back and forth on the idea that one day I may get a tattoo. There is this stunning woman in my town, and she has her thighs, arms and chest all tattooed. It speaks to her aesthetic as a person. It spells a story about her, lends an air.
I don’t think it’s a part of me, of my aesthetic. But, I have considered having my nickname, Bird, in my mother’s handwriting on my ribs. As well as a queen bee, in black behind my right ear.
Both are sentimental and meaningful. Which is the only sort of tattoo I can see having.