d o c k e d tattoo

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he reaches for my arm
turns it over 
I look up and ask him 
Do you notice anything different ?
Your eyes, you took your color contacts out.
I paused and laughed and said I don't wear color contacts.
Wait they're green ? Blue !
Oh you haven't seen 
the slate grey yet ? 
His face pulled
He looks deeper and says oh !
Then he says What's different ?
Looks around - Oh! Your tattoo!
Yes Doc, who works on my hand twice a week, my tattoo.

- catté