Tattoo a life.

Making queer little lists
of crazy things,
you hope to mark your light
among a billion other
glowing specks.

Eccentricity speaks.
And is sought after.

Gauge into your skin
shapes that are
you and you
alone.

Chisel a place in their world
with ticks
off paper: achievements
we hope will lift
us above the rest.

Find a niche,
crawl into it;
stay put, heads
between knees.
Scared of falling, changing
ending.

And then one day,
cease to be.