damp night
rescuing a young cat
from my barking dog
© Rachel Green February 2023
all my tattoos are regret tattoos
except for that very first one
I got in Newcastle when I was sizteen.
It's a smudgy blob now
but I still smile at the life I had
and the friendships I garnered.
I still like the ankle chain;
the celebration of marriage
but it, too, has faded and spread
and I wish you could rate a tattooist
by how the artwork looks
after twenty years of abuse.
© Rachel Green February 2023
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