My favorite time to get tattooed
is late Tuesday morning.
At first, it’s just Mike and I.
The quiet hum of his machine
fills the calm space.
The other artists and their clients
trickle into the shop around noon.
The humming is overtaken
by a buzz of new energies.
We all talk and laugh
and the owner inevitably
turns up the volume when his and my
favorite band plays over the stereo.
A friend planted an image
in my thoughts the other day
of him, alone in his rehearsal space,
quietly replacing his guitar strings,
sitting in the calm energy
until his band mates arrive.
They talk expressively in Swedish
(which I imagine to be faster
and way cooler sounding than English).
The band starts rehearsing,
transforming calm energy into power.
In college I loved to sit
onstage in our theater
writing, doing homework, memorizing lines,
enjoying the quiet and calm.
My friends would trickle in
striking up conversation, hanging out, waiting for rehearsal,
until the space was filled
with voices, laughter, and electricity.