that one camp counselor
there she goes, posting on social media. i see it often.
her two-thousand-something Honda Element – and her –
against the world. she fears nothing but loneliness.
she loves nothing but existing alone.
she travels for a living.
her blog is full, as is her heart and her purple Chaco sandals.
on the surface, she may appear different. a strong, acquired taste even.
this is because she is. but different is necessary.
as necessary as the oatmeal for breakfast;
as necessary as the summer rains or winter snows flush the windshield;
As necessary as her need for freedom and laughter.
I imagine her loving, thriving, but with inklings of self-doubt.
“Am I enough? Am I remembered?”
And she is, but because she travels, she feels alone.
This is okay. She is okay. Her two-thousand-something Honda Element and her.
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