they say some mental paths

are more trodden than others

the same neurons firing

again and again

like how i always think

of holding feet with jessie

mine on bottom, hers on top

falling asleep together

always always

think of that

but there are other paths

more seldom taken

like the high red flush

of natalie’s cheeks

when her love turned to hate

or the weak quake

of brave, strong rebecca

when i told her i was leaving

and then there’s the no-path

the wilderness, the lost

stuff of dreams

and fever


{image pilfered from Abject Muse; click to find more of Just Jot it January #4}