There are places you go and there are places you end up, but I’m still unclear on the origins of the force or the fortune that brought me here. So I piss off bridges in the rain. Spoil white t-shirts with coffee stains. Less a bed than a nest, a perpetual guest making calls back home from the academic west. And it hits me somewhere dumb like halfway through a crosswalk and the students all just smile and shit-talk. So when you’ve got a million ways to go, you get going
So was I missing it all? I was spacing out listening to Jason Molina and staring holes in the wall
Thinking of how… We drive forever like it’s nothing. A distance-fed romantic. The goal is just to get there. In some monolithic movement where traffic turns translucent, we crest a hill and exhale: “There’s the city that I missed.”
