Our next Tattooed Poet of the Week is Michele Battiste, who acknowledges that her tattoo is not that great. Sometimes, however, it's not about the tattoo itself, but the process. See for yourself:
"I have a poorly done sun on my right shoulder that I got in the small seaside town of Lovalette, NJ (near Wildwood) in 1992 when I was 20 years old. I went with my older brother who was a bouncer. He got high right before his tattoo (steal-your-face) and proceeded to turn a ghastly white before he almost fainted. I still tease him about that. Later, when someone handed me a card with a line drawing of a cat on it in NYC, I wanted to get it as my second tattoo. I kept the card in my wallet and kept putting off the tattoo. Then one day shopping in a department store, I found a really garish pair of jeans, looked at the label and saw my cat. It was the logo for Baby Phat. I almost became a walking advertisement. I'm still deciding on my second tattoo. I've always loved the idea of Man Ray's Ingre's Violin."
Michele sent us the following poem:
for A. A.
When the storm moves away, as I do.
When the storm touching.
When the hand is leading.
When the hand the light.
When the eye takes what it wants.
When the eye and not touching.
The hand between slats of a chair back.
The eye releases the light.
When the storm shakes the portico
this thigh that thigh are the same.
is a bloodthirsty thing.)
When the mouth, without effort, claims.
When the storm approaches
touching the light and not touching
the light are the same thing.
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Thanks to Michele Battiste for sharing her tattoo and poem with us here on Tattoosday!
This entry is ©2015 Tattoosday. The poem and tattoo are reprinted with the poet's permission.