ink mon uow sprinkling 050401 ... kerry a brush with death can give you some perspective, make you reconsider what’s important and what’s not. i used to think my body was a temple. i think of that particular summer in atlanta when it was so hot i actually got up for a 7am yoga class. i was serving omelettes in the morning and slinging pizzas at night riding that red schwinn i could do a handstand i planted zinnias in pots and put them on the balcony i made overnight oats and cooked with turmeric but now it’s a free-for-all now that we’re out of sync i question the sanctity of this body-- controlling it is like trying to control the weather. what’s another cigarette, another ice-cream cone what difference does it make joy and i live too apart, we get tattoos together now in portland, in san francisco, in amsterdam text pictures back and forth, what do you think of this one? in black and gray or color? we might even show up with nothing in mind, look through the flash binders. a rabbit, a beetle, a monster-flower, what’s your mood like? jackie visited me in oregon, showed up in the van we got lost in the woods and it rained and we didn’t care maybe i’ll get a tattoo, she said, corey’s been messing around with this tattoo gun but he’s not any good, want to get something with me? what should it be? we sat and thought is there something between us that can be encapsulated in an image but didn’t come up with anything. finally she said remember we used to go get margaritas at los loros all the time? that was fun, being young and stupid and not worrying about anything. i said i really don’t care what we get if we’re doing it together. i don’t regret any of it, any of them 211113 what's it to you? who go blather from