She will have the name of
her ex-boyfriend tattooed above her privates. When she married the man, he
became a husband, the husband displacing the boyfriend. Before then the boyfriend
had done the same in kind. “A guy I’m dating” was left behind when the
boyfriend arrived. She was in love, and a sign of her deep commitment was the
name she had etched in ink above her pubis’ hairline. The foolish things people
will do to eke permanency from a passing fad. The husband in turn eventually an
ex-husband, the ex-husband then as well containing an ex-boyfriend, “guy I’m dating”,
et cetera. The first man she slept with beyond that chain of relation asked
after he’d gone down on her, “Who’s Rodrigo?” “Up until two minutes ago,” she
told him, “you were.” After which she kissed and held him.
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