You Only Post on Instagram When in Other Countries
Swiss mountains, Chilean volcanoes, a beach in Vancouver —
currently, my hands grip a steering wheel. In the passenger
seat is a black bag. Inside, a paper bag. Inside, a salad, or
sandwich, or scone, or soup. The bread is probably hard
as stone. I scroll your travels from the safety of a stoplight.
I am far from the only wanderlust trapped in the confines
of a tipped job. I’d drive my Ford into the ocean. Sink into
the Atlantic and arrive somewhere you haven’t heard of.