We went to a man named Jarrod, whose nickname is Sleepy

My mom got her very first tattoo, a cute black cat on her ankle, to mimic her name; its green eyes glow in the dark

I joked about getting one of my own

But she liked the idea

And so now I have the design I've been drawing on myself in the same place since I was fourteen

I listened to Lane Boy, and Sleepy was done before the song had ended

My tiny lemon

No one fucks with lemons

They can handle themselves