people thought it was so perfect
that soon ankle roses sprouted everywhere.
Apparently there’s nothing that says “you”
like an indelible in-your-skin cliché.
Now it’s the thorn band around the bicep
that every modern day individualist has to have.
Or is it supposed to be barbed wire?
I think that if I wanted a tattoo
I would think of a design that was somehow unique to me
and significant to me.
Perhaps its meaning would be known only to me.
But the last tattoo I would think to get
would be the tattoo that everyone else
had decided to display.