but that’s not the same as saying, I feel ok.

You can and do read into every drawing. Every detail

is not a riddle, you tell yourself. Maybe the collage in the hallway

is more meaningful than you let on. You think,

I don’t want to be a regular anywhere.

Who are you but your collected ephemera:

a receipt from the rock shop, a pen shaped like a saguaro,

a binder clip with a smiling face? You want to say,

I feel like a bathtub inside. I love the feeling.

You want to say, I’ve thought about this a lot.

I want to carry a piece of your hair in my pocket.