I have a fleeting thought,
just now,
sitting on the bumper of somebody’s car,
empty coke can beside me.

What if I just walked away?

Walked in any direction,
and kept
going?

just go

no thoughts.
no consequences.

just me,
my backpack,
and,
the thirty-five dollars
in my pocket.

It comes then
goes.

just as my
legs begin
to move,
it flees away
again

I sit on the ground now
I flinch as a car passes

looking at all the ways I could go
but still remaining still.

I grimace.