all of my one way road trips
have been journeys to find the
associations that i might spring for
the lifetime membership in, causes
or individuals (agglomerated) whom
(and which) might answer the phone
calls that i get from numbers unknown
ringing to tell me that i am not alone
voicemails reminding me who i’ve been
and where i might go next (predictions, all)
read my palm and my face, all of you, and when
i hear what i’ve been hoping to sound like, i will
stop driving all of my items to the dump (or to another
nest) in the hopes of renewing monthly until the death
do us part plays on the screen that we are sitting in front
of together: this is not a documentary film, however, and
when the credits roll, i can see that the director, the cast
and even the crew are on to their next one, separately
Roman Ryan 