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" Sunday&amp;#x27;s Modern Love, The Breakups That Got Under My Skin, by Kerry Cohen, muses about something I&amp;#x27;ve been considering: A tattoo. Cohen writes about inking herself after every breakup: By now getting a tattoo was just habit. It no longer made me feel sexy or in control. It was simply what I did, part of my breakup triad: get a haircut, sleep with someone new, get a tattoo. A couple of weekends ago I was in the East Village with JD and the usuals. We sat at a table outside and nursed beers that had gone warm. JD was as sprawled out as he could be in his stroller after surrendering to his eyelids. I swear the whir of the double-decker tour buses flashing by hummed him to sleep. Across the street my eyes found a small tattoo shop sandwiched between an eclectic store that had bright scarves hanging in the window and a deli with an OPEN sign in neon orange. &amp;quot;I want to get &amp;#x27;JD&amp;#x27; on the inside of my wrist,&amp;quot; I told the group as I let my finger ride over two thick veins. &amp;quot;Do it,&amp;quot; Lo said. &amp;quot;Should I?&amp;quot; I searched their faces. Silvio was yessing me with his head, but Matt remained tight-lipped resting his chin on his fist. &amp;quot;Research it first,&amp;quot; Kateri said. We trucked across the street, me with my diaper bag crossed over my body, urgently pushing JD&amp;#x27;s stroller. Matt held the door open and Kateri lifted the front of the Bugaboo Bee over the stoop. A guy, tattooed in sleeves of kaleidoscopes was inking a girl with black, flat-ironed hair. Her lips were pinched together and she was looking out the door, down the avenue, far, very far away. A man with a beard that looked like a cobweb pulled a cig from his lips and looked up at us. I smiled, politely. &amp;quot;Let&amp;#x27;s leave, now,&amp;quot; I said, turning to Matt. So we left. Cohen tried to have a tattoo lasered off, but it remains: Maybe the tattoos were meant to be a permanent part of me, something I was supposed to learn to accept, just as I was learning to accept my past, a process that I knew would be continuous and perhaps never-ending. Perhaps I&amp;#x27;ll get &amp;quot;JD&amp;quot; on the inside of my wrist before his first birthday. This was an incredible year. I need some resolution or victory or both. I need something that Cohen describes as: Both painful and lovely, and all hers. I suppose I could just have an extra slice of birthday cake on August 30th... What&amp;#x27;s your opinion on tattoos? Have one? What of? Photo: Jupiter Images"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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