If I Felt Safe At Night

if I felt safe at night I would hitchhike the world, solo

cardboard cuts into palm lines

I haven’t stared sourly at the lines on my face for weeks now

I don’t give a shit how I look, just how I feel

and I feel fucking free

meeting person after person

expanding my soul

feeling the upholstery of different cars and noting

the items in the pockets in doors and under dashboards and

maybe

even a quick peek

in their glove box if I think I can get away with it

hearing the music they choose

why did they choose this I wonder

does it recall a moment of a kiss of a summer

was it the radio station their dad played

on their way home from school

safe

maybe it means nothing at all to them

but it means something to me

adding a piece of them into my memory

Image courtesy of Jed Villejo

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