you're pretty sure that the veins in your body
look like a roadmap of West Virginia
even though you've only ever seen its welcome center
I mean
that's fair
you're also unfamiliar with yourself
maybe you're just seeing maps in everything around you
because you keep telling yourself that you'll leave
and you're waiting for a sign
those runs in your tights look like highways
the lines on your palms could be exit ramps
and maybe if you pretend these are divine messages
you'll finally get out
because if you don't soon
you might never leave
and in 20 years you'll look in the mirror and think
"what the hell am I doing?"
and your reflection will respond,
simply,
"nothing"