The Long Form

Tag: solitude

  • The Long Way Around

    I learned earlyhow to carry things without handles.  How to keep my hands busyso no one offered to take them.Because no one offered to take them.  In stores, I walk the long way around.Pretend I meant to end up here.Maps live in my head—jumbled, overlapped.So do exits,clearly labeled, flashing.  If I need something,I wait until…