Wednesday, October 2, 2019

...AFTER YOU

Since you're the one
asking, I admit—
I'm a flat 

earther—
maybe half
of the time, sure.

Whenever 
it gets dark, say. 
Those nights 

after you drop me 
off. When, in my
mind, the first

lonely impulse 
is to take off
my clothes

and put on black
tennis shoes—
I own several 

pairs of these 
just in case—
it might feel 

so amazing—
it might just be 
crazy enough—

to walk 
and to only 
keep walking...

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