I’m spreading out my maps and papers. They’ve covered up the floor. I’ve organized it into phases: this was fun, I was bored. I’m burning old notes from lovers. This is the fuel that strokes the air. I’m expecting favors. It’s as if I was there. Location is nothing. Oh on the flight my eyes won’t close right now and then I’m knocking on your door. Sleep with you tonight. Two impossible lives alright. Location is nothing.