when you are travelers your conquests are passages highlighted in yellow dog earred pages spoken in pictographs but when you are conquests with velvet letters painted on your back rooms filled with red thumb tacks girls with names scrawled all across their thighs, passport stamps carried from country to country milling about with scabby knees and raw elbows a noh mask to hide your shame and not your face a push pin on an unlisted county barely within a three mile radius-- he's a photo up on the shelf and you're just another notch in his belt.