perambulate

at night downtown i cross the street or at least make a little racket if i find myself walking behind a single woman. especially when the streetlamps cast my shadow towards them; it's so creepy to see someone's shadow overtake you.

i can't seem to walk the same way all the time. i have no gait. it seems all my parts are independent sometimes. each piece deciding to imprint its own version of forward progress.

there was a full moon tonight.