the get up: simplicity, a revelation amanda oaks like a hair comb-out, between my ear & the headphones, a sudden moment of clarity that sweeps through my entire body, no longer backpedaling but moving forward through a self-spawned airstream & over the rotten fruit, my damaged goods, crushed & molded, trapped in the patterns of my memory, dream tiles & tire tread i can never get rid of but relish in because it's who i am, it's where i've been, it's my travel guide for the unbeaten paths that somehow always circle back to me waiting for the next good gust to blow me over again