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.

remember

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