Tattoos

You know what’s funny?

Old ladies with tattoos

I know they exist

Because I see them in the locker room

After old lady swimming class.

And you know they must have been hot stuff

Back in the day

Maybe hippies dancing all stoned with hair flying

Or motorcycle bitches in leather hugging thug boyfriends

Around the waist

Or maybe even soldier girls drunk in Okinawa.

Historical graffiti

Skin deep.

About Karen To and Fro

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