AN ENDLESS TRAVEL BUBBLE

traveling to freedom
            making sure i don’t spend all that money
in one place
i took my camera
            i took my clothes
(i took my passion to be free)
and to be something to myself
         (still wishing i was something
to someone)
i used to feel this place was where
               i belonged
now !
i wonder !
<and> realize ! (ahhh!)
maybe !
i could do this !
traveling to freedom
      with my mother’s suitcase
spending money that isn’t even mine
      remembering what is real.
not wishing to return to my life that waits for me.
         nothing is real.
hey guiliani, stop police brutality!
oh it ever so figures (the downpours)
i made a pilgrimage to my mecca
covered in litter, covered in grafiti
oh well.
(strawberry fields forever)
has anyone ever really had a stigmata?
      i like my hair in my face (when i’m tired)
these train lavatories are convenient (or are they)
paris when it sizzled was never this cool.
the door goes in you have to push.
         take the green six uptown
i like strands on my face ! /
so, i’ll continue to continue
         to pretend
my life will never end
(thanxsimonandgarfunkel)
2the new york times, arts section.
april seventeenth two thousand.

- Holly Klejment