you get a yin yang tattoo after years of consideration
and the other soccer moms are shocked
because they always thought you were so serious and conservative
they say things like you go girl
which makes you want to punch them in the face
because they don’t understand that this was not
some cute thing you wanted to wear on your ankle
but rather a symbol of a philosophy you have been studying for twenty-five years
then you remember that your tattoo
is supposed to be a reminder to go with the flow
and all that gentle shit
so you decide to curb your murderous tendencies
and instead
whisper to your son
to stop passing the ball