In the skin

Thanks for putting it in brackets, lb, so I get what you're getting at.



You. Dick.

AHAHa

ten years, tens of thousands
of one and half second invocations
scratched between cosms, on the felt
of chisel-tipped dipped inks.

sixty, to seventyfive ounces of lager
a dozenish nails drove home by jack daniels
and the wind cries, mary. shelley to the well
enough jump,

found myself in the chair of the tattoo man
with a brand new Magnum 44 marker,
and i'm telling the dude,"brah,
can you do this?" I grabbed a scrap of paper
wrote the name I named myself many years prior
in that butter silk, single handed mastery,
I gave 'em a one and done, which he made into transfer.

Now I have the word RAOSI 2/3, in stark black
on my left forearm. Which is ISOAR, backwards.
The two thirds, is complicated. I do not regret
getting it, in fact it feels maybe more than natural
but I was surprised when I woke up with it.

Thank you, LB.

Thank you to everyone who entered. The quality of entries was truly more than I hoped for and making a decision took a good deal of debating on my part.
Laceyspacey, I think you completely embraced the competition and what I asked for. You were supposed to be a runner up, not sure what happened there.

Thank you AISH for the recognition and the chance to write about something dear to me inspired mi reina.

To the others who put down ink for this; DU POETS ROCK!