walk

walk

the horizon line stretched
before me like police
tape. the sun
wasn't setting so i could
only follow the white
strips of paint in the middle
of the highway with my feet
like eyes and a doctor's pen.

my shoes sunk
into the pavement,
propelled me forward.
lands stretched, waking
my exhaustion. nearby
a market flickered
closed and shut

down. i thought
of the smells of you
and your incessant
scrambled eggs.
i was too busy walking
on the shells to taste.