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i am aquarius.
i like to lick empty envelopes and mail them to timbuktu (where-ever that is)
because i imagine their world to be very different from my own
(maybe sunny and scattered with patches of sand).
i imagine the letter reaching that somewhere bent and ragged.
it's being torn open by warm, sticky fingers
(maybe she was in the middle of making a jam sandwich
or maybe his air conditioning has been broken for months).
the recipient (who-ever they are) looks puzzled and confused,
peering over and shaking the empty envelope vehemently.

i like to sit online and google places i'll never see;
places with crazy names like zimbabwe or milwalkie.
i like to zoom in on the map and pick out the next stop
on my whirlwind adventure across the globe
(you know, that trip i'll never be able to afford
because i'm still barely able to pay rent-
let alone save for a whirlwind adventure across the globe).

i think i have maybe twenty dollars in my bank account
and about a million places i want to go
(i'm exaggerating, there's only actually fifty as of now).
in spite of all that (or perhaps to spite all that)
i still add a tack to the crusty, old map
whenever i scroll past the name of another far-off place
with sandy beaches and several cities of not-here-ness.

its not that i dislike my life.
there's nothing wrong with the squeaky door and noisy neighbors
(who probably have an elephant living with them upstairs).
i have plenty of food, friends, (and beer-
to wash away the memories of yesterdays sins).
there's not really a lot else that i need
(except maybe the dream of something bigger).

i am aquarius-
liquid, see-through, always moving
(dreaming those damn impossible dreams
in a dusty, creaky, moldy one bedroom in nowhere, usa).