sometimes i want nothing

more than to go from one city
to the next
live in temporary rooms always
the sound of bumping above
be absolutely contented
and never idle
in endless hotels of fleeting noises and
situations
amidst madly carpeted
madly lit hallways
eat continental breakfast
in my one aqua
dress

perform gentle
handstands in trains
headed north

to everyday duluth

at a lutefisk picnic
i would collect fish bones and fruit seeds
and signs that said ‘slow’