Prosophobic

I sent away the roof and second story of the house I dwell in,
and the only thing separating me from the stars
was distance.


There are rocks tied with strings to my heart
that would stretch it to its limit 
should I put too much distance between you and me.


Upon the grave of the best friend I ever had,
bamboo now grows.


The bicycle trails that are painfully ordinary
but reliable 
hold my rage and happiness secret
better than any person has.


The creeks mingled with my grief, 
even when I was afraid to let any other see it.

Can't I just put the people and the memories in my backpack,

and find a place where they are short on Ben's?

Do cities have admissions offices?

I'd would like to apply for a Major in Beatitude
and a Minor in Amplitude.

Distance--


From Saint Louis:
126 Miles


From Virginia:
903 Miles


From New York:
978 Miles


From Seattle
1,613 Miles.


From Iceland:
 3,237 Miles


From Greece:
 5,680 Miles


From China:
7,224 miles 


From New Zealand:
7,796 Miles


From Nearest Star:
93 Million Miles


From Contentedness: