what do you want?

I sat in my car in the parking lot outside our apartment today for an hour. I was wearing my black pea coat with wooden buttons, talking on the phone in the dark.

What do you want? she said.

What do you mean, what do I want? I said.

What do you want?

I want to wake up every morning in a different place. I want to see everything & everywhere. I want to keep moving.

That’s possible, you know.

But I’m so scared of how much I’d lose.

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