they say life is a story
well if that's the case
then for the rubber band boy
his pages lie half-blank

for he does almost nothing
he sits and sits
and sometimes stands
and occasionally
he flicks rubber bands

at the walls of his room
marking the point of impact with a sharpie

and between the second point
and the first one
he draws a line

and he keeps going and going
until all corners of his room are filled with lines

then, picking his favorite wall, he overlays a map
where the most lines intersect, is where he travels next

he continues on, diligently
logging a tally
of all rooms he's been

for this is his purpose

he does nothing else

no wife, no job, just acceptance of himself

onlookers wonder
what incentivizes this man
he pays them no mind
and keeps flicking rubber bands