This is the word I got a few years ago. I'm a word in Shelley Jackson's Skin Project: A Mortal Work of Art.
Another participant says her tattoo—“words,”—incarnates a lifelong relationship that has been paramount for her as a student and teacher of literature. Until now, she says, “I existed and interacted outside of the word itself. Now I am a word. Who is going to read, consume, and interpret me? Who is in my sentence? Am I part of an independent clause or a dependent clause? Is someone my adjective? Who verbs me? Would I like the other words in my sentence? Will I ever meet them?”