armpit tat

the impulse to be impulsive and stop analyzing, drives me
to think of (for one day) the first tattoo i want.
im about to have another mark on my body.
i think of:
breast feeding a child
being with a new lover
having several tats and living like a kid who will never grow up
or is it me? will i ever?
should i stop trying to... grow up?
make money, feed myself, but never go corporate.
stop worrying what it might seem like.
like a job interview
and a wrinkled skirt.
dirty hair but cool shoes, what matters?
it depends.
so its best to think of you.
who you really are and who you really want to be.
and i want to be a woman in chicago with a balloon tattoo in my armpit.