"It seems to me that I would always be better off where
I am not, and this question of moving is one of those I
discuss incessantly with my soul."
- Charles Baudelaire

Weeks ago
my eyes traveled over
a post-modern discourse
of displacement
a collective, in fact,
this book of travels
and dust tracks, like Hurston
only farther from home

Baudelaire crept before me
like a second chapter sometimes does
as days fold like fans
to the blushing night
I float on his words
like a leatherback hatchling
who's reached the shallow shore

awashed in the moonlight
at home in my displacement

02/24/2006

Author's Note: 'Exile implies coercion; tourism implies choice.' I've fallen between the lines again

Posted on 02/24/2006
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