All over this country...

Sometimes, late at night, I remember various hotels. I remember that I used to lay my head down in Arizona, or Ohio, and I'd fall into the deepest sleep. I remember how sad I was. I remember how scared I was for it all to end, and to begin again. I remember that I fell in and out of love with the same person all over this country. He and I, me and him- we are stretched and spread so thin for thousands upon thousands of miles.
But this isn't about him. It's about me. There are little, tiny fragments of my heart in at least twenty-two states. And I just want them back. I think about driving around with a looking glass. I think about hiring a search and rescue. By whatever means necessary, I want those precious pieces of my most vital organ back. I want them back. Every single one.
So if you're in Austin, or San Francisco, or Portland, or even Norfolk, Virginia, and you see a swollen little piece of me fading and pulsing on the ground, please pick it up, put it in an envelope, and send it my way. You can facebook me for my address. That's fine. I just want those pieces back.

Thanks so much.