I moved here from far away. I wanted
to be elsewhere from what I left, and this
was that. But on my back porch tonight, I
searched aimlessly for the exotic I found
then. Now, I am only home.
A woman lives a few blocks away, and
she asked me to walk with her. She made me feel
different. I dream of her iridescent dress, her
shimmer. Her angle of repose, the line
of her falling into my walking. It’s now
136 days of 10,000 paces. Where
am I walking toward, aside from circles?