Ten legs and two bikes and still no way to get to me. I am not hiding, I want to be found. In this space, I am a world onto myself. A walking galaxy. Guess that’s what really happens when Venus and Mars collide. They ricochet, repel, propel towards earth, the ground. Grounding. Hell. It’s safe down there. You already know the burn. You already see the flames. Those stars and the moon are just so damn unpredictable…

Part II

I bought a map the other day from some alien dude named Rumi who handed me the mishandled symbols and keys and whispered: You are already home. I told him to go fuck himself and to hand over the goods but perhaps I spoke in haste. Aliens know short cuts that we would never uncover.


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