i've had this xanga since i was nineteen.  i think twenty-five is calling for a new place to put my thoughts.

when i find a proper home for these words, "then i'll buy some furniture and give the cat a name."

in the spaces in between breakfast


and sunset


we've been sorting all our worldly possessions


packing up the art supplies


tucking away the dried flowers and folding up the love letters


cleaning and scrubbing


pushing and lifting


preparing our wings to stretch out over all the atlantic highways and pacific streets


and in three weeks, our feet will hit the road.