Tattoo

One day I love purple,
         the next, blue
               then green.

I used to love anything
          with a smiley face on it.
I used to insatiably collect every sticker
          that could possibly exist.
I used to play Indigo Girls
          and Tracy Chapman
                    incessantly.
I used to be obsessed with florescent
                    everything.

This is why I could never get a tattoo.

I have always disliked/hated
                    lasagna
                    chocolate
                    snakes
                    politics.
          So (I think) it’s probably safe to say
                    at this point
                           those things aren’t going to change.

I’m not
     always
          indecisive.

Some decisions are easy
                         simple
                         instant.

But some decisions have
               too many directions
               too many what ifs.

It may look like I’m      dragging      my      feet,
               but I’m not.
     I’m weighing decisions:
                       cost vs. benefit
                       trend vs. long-term.

I don’t know how I will feel
                 what I will think
                          tomorrow.

I know
     with a lot of decisions,
          it is okay
               to change my mind
                          later.
But it doesn’t always work that way.

And of course Jeff tells me
     I overthink things –
          because evidently, that’s what I do.

But what could I actually get a tattoo of
          that I would still enjoy
                                 love
                                 find significant
                                       one
                                       two
                                       five
                                       nine
                                       twelve years from now?