we plot imaginary routes for our imitation boat
wanting eyeballing the gorge from a map.
don't you know i was a thief in the last town
and i will be in the next?

i decided yesterday that i want to live long enough to stop getting snubbed by should and keep rolling until i stop planning for yesterday and to collect rocks and rainwater and dirt and sand in my fingers and armpits and behind my knees and to gather yes' and dids and nowheres in my lungs like the cobwebs of tar that'll weigh me forever.

in my mind, i am mountainside pakistan
i am morningview and bigass sky
and wide shoulder breath
to see all of all in one pair of eyes