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?