my friend Dean texted me,
"How the fuck are you everywhere?"
He's being funny and capricious,
but he has a point.
From Florida to NYC,
poetry to comedy and back again,
Connecticut to Atlanta,
Kendra Jean to dreadlocks,
I tend to be all over the place.
From giant darkness to a Braves game,
a decent set at Punchline,
which is literally in the back of a southern diner,
which somehow makes it a milestone
and romantic.
I am tired,
but I will keep going
and keep trying,
filtering some of it for Instagram,
posting some of it here,
publishing other parts in little books.
I text Dean back,
"I am nowhere."