goosegirl

i had a boyfriend who used to call me 'goosegirl' because of the tattoo on the side of my neck.


this picture is super old...probably right after i got it when i was eighteen...but it's one of the only ones i've taken.
but i took a short nap today and dreamt about geese. for some reason, people have been asking me more about my tattoo lately. since the reason i decided to get it was extremely personal, i usually just tell everyone i'm rather fond of geese. some people tell me i'm mistaken and have a duck on my neck... but trust me, it's a gosling (and isn't gosling one of the most beautiful words in the english language, anyhow?).
and i dreamt about geese. i dreamt i found one at the end of a dirty pond at my grandmother's cottage at the end of the world. everything was all so... futuristic with giant robots and spaceships.. and then there was a tiny gosling sitting at the end of a dirty pond. the bottom of it's beak was missing and it made a strange noise. and i loved it. i cleaned it and kept it in my car with me as i drove around trying to save the planet and all the people i knew. the goose was a great watchdog, and it stayed with me. my old roommate sara told me i had to let it go back with the other geese, and i was terrified it wouldn't be able to go back because weeks turned into years and it was still with me...but miles and miles passed and i was back at the other side of my grandmother's cottage again.
and i let it go.