road trips

we grant such immense faith to two hands, one foot, a pair of eyes, and ears so much trust hurtles across highways from city to country back again and we hardly even think about it.


she looked at me like i was an exit when all i wanted was to get inside there was escape in her eyes and roots in mine we collided in the sparkle, mistaken i was ready to build a nest, twigs and branches and colorful threads collected she didn't notice because she was tracing flight … Continue reading birds


discovering paper again the scratch of ink on pages like tattooing skin a permanence on sheets to be carried in pockets held close to the chest hidden from view discovering aloneness without loneliness in a crowded room or an empty apartment some things want to sit for a while in private