Lines from the Postcards (a creative essay)

I've been everywhere, just see where I've been!



It was a monumental moment when the man walking naked near Broadway
asked for my signature on his chest and he promised no shower til L.A.
I finally saw Hamilton, and it made me think of the history of man over country.



I did high fashion in Paris, and it created my platform of trying to get someone
else to walk in my shoes.  I walked away from every instance, and kicked them
off back at the flat for bare notions of creativity.



I spent time with my dad in New Smyrna Beach, and when I became my own island,
I let that capture take me on a journey against bustle or strife, and it lasted into the deepest
moments of letting myself hang all out.



I summoned all the alien beings who make claim, and told them I'd continue to run across the planet
unhinged and growing older, until seas would rise up to destroy my notions and leave the balance of
staying here contradict their life support.



I am here anywhere, but really in the sky, making the paper works of a passage to tomorrow.

Love, Sheri