There’s a garden wrapped around my arm
with Lilith’s name etched into it.
The giant purple flower is datura.
determined to scare off as many passersby as possible,
i ask if they can draw Baphomet on my thigh.

snake, spider, centipede, heart shielded
by my handsome scorpion
both in black ink and in real life.

I quit kratom so my hair would stop falling out,
I say as he etches the outline of my dead’s cats eyes
into the back of my right arm. bright green and
they won’t tattoo you if you tell them
you havent eaten and i think
oh fuck
I’m about to faint.

and the little girls that like to yell at me
start laughing.