I am thirsty.

I am writing this

Before drinking

Because it will feel

That much better

When I finally do.

It is a warm night.

I stopped in every Pilsen artsy store

Where I munched on salty things

And bought white gloves

And maps of Italy,

Oklahoma,

The United States of America.

Really,

I was looking at people

While pretending to need

A cowboy hat.

A guy talked to me

But I gave him a hard look.

I’m like a horse who knows

He is a prey.

My survival instinct kicks in

And I’m back to my teenage self,

Aloof.