Loose Thoughts

Too often I have loose thoughts. While staring at the map of the world shower curtain in my roommate's bathroom, or the multi-dimensional powerpoint graph in my morning lecture class, they come to me. I think of them in bridge pose during yoga, when I'm listening to a song I've had for three years but never heard before, as I'm twisting a stiff paintbrush into a perfect circle. I think most of them in class, when reading, on a train, and after I've met someone new. I think the least of them when I'm in my first home, focused on cooking, or absorbing the intelligent remarks my parents make to their friends.

Usually, they are fleeting. If I don't write them down, they slip away. I've had three bodies and four personalities-one of which is owed single-handedly to my cat Harry. I'm a college student, whose roots in England, Ireland, and Italy fused together twenty-one years ago and created three American sisters- all strong and powerful in their own terms.