if i could choose what constellations i wanted to take from the universe, i’d choose the freckles on your body. the way they accent the smoothness of your skin, covering the expanse with a second dimension. the shapes they create on your back. maybe i’d memorize them by hand, be able to put pen to paper and draw them from memory. or maybe i’d ink them on my skin. there’s nothing more permanent than what follows you to your death.