My Body by, Shelley Jackson
I snipped a cursive S out of cloth tape and stuck it to my shoulder
At one point, studying the world for signs, I pretended that I could read the future in the white clouds rising slowly behind the pink panes. But, like all systems of augury I invented myself, there was a flavor of phony about it.
I have a black ampersand -- & -- about one and a half inches high.