All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence.
And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says. ―
I ran by this house yesterday
and faded vinyl siding spoke to me.
You call that running?
When inanimate objects make fun of you,
the smart move,
find a seat in the shade.
I kept going.
That house’s opinion of me
is none of my business.
