I was a walker in elementary school due to my proximity. I was a walker in Junior High; Jonah and I drank hot chocolate from DQ walking up George Street toward Highland. I was a walker in high school, trudging up the Derry Road from Alvirne, aching for a blackhaired girl who I'd never have, no chance nor choice.

I was a walker in college, every damned day, toward no degree in Creative Writing--I could never buckle down. I was a walker in Georgia, right up to the county jail. I nearly lost my mind. I was a walker in New York, past Babylon, with all the other disasters waiting to happen, coming up from the train.

And I'm a walker now, on a cinder path, round an ice-skimmed pond, amidst chiaroscuro pines during a mild winter.

You feel me, motherfuckers?