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