08.19.11 / 11:02 pm

he packed his clothes in two large suitcases,
embossed with the family crest,
which had been passed down by his great grandfather
through the generations of his family.
he left the furniture behind.

he let down the top of his classic cabriolet
before driving out of town,
small like so many others,
to the point of lacking a name.

from his glove compartment, he recovered sunglasses and a map of the southern states,
buried under piles of discarded receipts
for the purchase of gasoline, oil, and rc cola.
he put the map down in the passenger seat,
a suitable companion for the journey,
and accelerated until he could feel the wind in his hair.