I choke on my tongue at parties and I sweat talking on the phone. Social graces are lacking but I can't stand to be alone so meet me at the boat ramp where there used to be a lake, in the reeds we'll go walking, through what the dozers haven't paved. I'm searching for meaning, can we actually talk? Ditch homogenization and the heat of the asphalt? I need honest conversation, and a cause to lend my time, new ways to break routines, and a reason to go outside. So meet me at the boat ramp where there used to be a lake. In the reeds we'll go walking, through what the dozers haven't paved.

Nathan Walters 1