Like James Baldwin.
Running while standing still.
in himself.
for himself.
No one likes a runner.
Everyone likes the idea of a runner.
I don't mean marathons.
which I have worked for almost a decade.
I mean fleeing.
from continent to peninsula.
state to town.
city to soul.
does running help the heart?
I don't know.
but it helps the artist.
I want to run.
like wolves hunting.
something they smell.
catchable but evasive.
even Kansas or Kentucky.
could kick me.
in the ribs.
just as hard.
as Florence or Fahud.
for a frantic nomadic lifestyle on the one hand.
and, on the other, my fervent desire.
to establish a stable domestic routine.
in multiple locations.