in the closet, a thick book
of maps,
grids,
lines and colorful pages
of counties
and states.
some places marked with
red dots,
places i've been to.
there are road maps as well,
folded up,
dozens of them,
obtained from drugstores
and gas stations,
coffee stained and
torn, the debris of food
embedded in the paper
as i stared at them
under the dome light of the car,
waiting out
another storm.
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