tonight, i feel directionless again. lost.

i have been dreaming of maps again. inside them, covered by them, tattooed with them.

mostly highways, little stars for towns.

i like the way glasses look when they are on a table, open, waiting for a face. i like the shadows from the lenses, that even the shadow looks see-through. the frames have legs, thrown akimbo like the legs of someone fallen from a very tall building.

i like finding different ways to say things when i can't think of the right spelling and am too lazy to look it up.

i like wordless card games, talking only with eyes.

i like falling asleep looking at the undersides of floorboards, i like pressing my palms to cold basement brick walls.

sometimes i like best the feeling of coming undone; it's terrifying, but it's alive.

i have postcards sitting on my desk that i have meant to send for weeks.

i know i am giving up on things, but only small things, and i am trying to pick up others in their place.