dear siri,

if i place my finger
over top of a city a thousand
miles away will you
tell me how to walk there?
we can flatten mountains with
our thumbs-- 
raise
gas stations from
the ground 
& eat apples
in parking lots.
we'll plant the seeds 
there.
tell me how to 
come back
siri-- 
take
me home the way we came
so i can see a parking
lot full of apple trees--
catch golden delicious
on the roof
of my green volvo
with the squeaky breaks &
a trunk full of 
places we only visit
on google maps when 
night makes the corners
of a room fall away--
becoming to creases of a map--
a mystic snake crawls on
its belly to bite
the cities of our dreams--
siri can you tell me
what the best way to 
walk across the ocean would be?
i'm not going to paris
but i might end up there--
i just want to cross the ocean--
the most direct route would
be best-- 
siri when was the last time
you watched the sun come up?
do you keep track of 
all the perhaps places
i've ask you to take me to--
is this intimate for you
like it is for me?
to know the blue lines
i ask you to draw in
the dirt-- 
do you laugh when i miss my turn
& keep driving 
because i feel particularly 
drawn to the texture of
a road beneath me?
oh siri let's be strip mall
lovers-- drink coffee
from back seats-- let's 
just draw lines on top
of lines & look at
what a journey would
look like--
take buses to the moon--
are you scared to give
me directions to the moon?
to the bottom of the ocean?
you know i'm not leaving 
so tell me how to get there--
you know i'm drowing
in this room-- 
in this stop light hymnal--
oh siri do you know
what i mean when i say
i want to go home now--
i want to go home--
when the ocean is done
being blue would you pick me up--
drive the car for me--
one hand on the steering wheel
like my father--
letting me lay down in
the backseat-- a little girl
again whose father waits 
for her to be done guitar
lessons or brushes her
hair when she's done swimming--
oh siri be my father for
me-- be my mother &
show me where the nearest honeysuckle 
bush is-- i'm thirty
& my ankles are covered
in snake bites from
all the places i pretended 
to travel with you--
oh siri oh siri-- 
i know where we live on
noble street it--
i know the flat of land
where we used to have a house
on main & the brick face of
our home on franklin 
is still slowly peeling away--
you tell me that home 
has an eta of twelve foot steps-- 
eight breaths-- &
an open window--
i open the window &
breathe in--