Two weeks now and i can count the meals
Another pair of eggs. Another menu where french fries are the vegetable
Another check
Counting the nights
Big beds small beds
Nights hosted at friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends
Intimacy of/with strangers
Sharing the quiet of the night
Trusting
Love by extension
Goodbye, thank you
I will miss all the cats and the dogs and the other magical creatures
My home is your home
Another cheap expensive motel
That forever will smell of old cigarettes and wet AC air watching our car from the window
Another stop at the gas station and watching the gallons in and out
Counting the coffees, even the non-coffee coffees
$1.125-$5.50 X 2 X 2/Everyday
This t-shirt will not fit
2 skirts, 5 t-shirts, 11 underpants, 2 trousers, a vibrator, toothbrush, toothpaste, cream, and face cream and sunblock and anti mosquito and scratch cream and contact lenses and contact lense solution and box and a sweater, two sweaters, socks and every single item counts for a lot, for precious space. A book, two books. My notebook. Two.
Lay the winter stuff below and squeeze.
Every single object counts (and is heavy)
Every single bite counts
Every single night
Every single bathroom need
All the fruits
The water bottles
I can see how much i use
How much i am
The road feels infinite
Some areas of no service
E
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The crocodile is a witness of time way beyond human cognition both past and future
And the birds do speak a language (s) i will never learn
Friends are many
Love is big and does not need room
Smaller space for my legs but more space for my nose
And ear
And my skin
Gradually learning to receive the elements
Heat and cold and wet and mosquitoes
More space to feel
More space to be
More space for magic
