Waves

Walking home through crowds of Strangers sucking and blowing on their adult pacifiers. When did we get like this? Maybe we’ve always been. Past the corner we’ve been avoiding since two springs ago, through the bar with the patio facing the park. I’m tired of making out with tall men in suits I’ll never see again. Has me feeling more than nothing and less than what I know I should. How was the wedding? I don’t want to know.

The city feels lighter today. Maybe because my friends have been leaving in waves, through currents, in however we can best map the void. Is this why there seems to be less holding me still? Put, I mean. Feet to floor, soul to its source. If I miss this next step do you think I could float away? Do you want to come? What would you call a reverse pilgrimage? I hear it calling out for me but I don’t pick up.