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...
