I was hanging with my boy Russ
at the King Biscuit.
A girl walked by
and I watched her walk.
Striking.
She was striking.
No, stunning.
She was stunning.
Perfection in motion.
Beautiful short dark blonde hair,
and a figure Michelangelo would have envied.
As she walked by again
I heard someone call out her name.
Shannon.
I noticed a tattoo on the back of her neck.
It was a vertical line
of Chinese characters.
I recognized the first
as the symbol for man.
I wanted to ask her
what it meant,
but I didn’t want to seem like
I was hitting on her.
I watched her for the rest
of the night.
I’ll come back soon
and I’ll ask her about the tattoo
when the bar is empty
and she’s not so busy.
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i did end up talking to her the next time i was there. i asked about the tattoo and she told me it was the name of her ex-husband. i laughed and told her that the first character, the one people could see was the chinese symbol for man or sometimes, strength. she smiled and said she liked that better.
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