the thoughts i want,
the thoughts that come,
the thoughts that change
are the thoughts that chase
the thoughts that continue
the thoughts from which
i don't know how to escape for the night.

it's come to me lying on the couch watching Celebrity Jeopardy reruns, wondering where she is, trying to pretend she's not, but she is, or is she? not an action, but existence.
i wish it were here or would just leave and i'm glad i don't know where.

in a new town, i don't know what's open. perhaps i'm not supposed to yet.