ALL ON THE WAY TO

Last night
I watched five men
ask for drunk mustard –
steal free bikes –
and ride through
deconstructed
construction sites –
“all on the way to.”

Last night
I met a stranger – as a stranger –
instead my(usual)self – and told
her about how in the five weeks
since my phone died – I slept with
open blinds and woke to the birds –
and she asked me if I lived
in the woods –
“all on the way to.”

Last night
I said  “no” but told her
of the Wood People in
South Austin –
modern mythology
thoughtfully crafted
by the sales clerk of
the Adult Megaplexxx in response
to my question about their neighborhood
rival –  “OUR parking lot if fenced in –
THEIRS opens to two hundred people
living in the woods” –
she didn’t believe me
“all on the way to.”

Last night
A beautiful woman saved me
from a beautiful man’s couch –
I saw a lack cat
and an orange squirrel
make peace
on a fencepost – what
were they talking about –
“all on the way to.”