This Is My State of Mind

There is a town smack dab in the middle of my palm that I own. I own my palm, not the town. Not many people own a town but most people own a palm. If I were to place the town in the middle of my palm that must mean I own something larger than a town. Claiming to own something larger than a town is not a far stretch from the imagination. Plenty of people own parcels of a county that stretch for several miles in each direction. I am not one of those people. I own my palm with a town in the center of it. I say this because where I’m from there are many towns but only one palm. There are many trees here but there are no palm trees, only towns. There is only one town in the center because there can only be one center with any boundary imaginable down to the head of a pin. I measure my life in towns. Towns I don’t own. Only one town is closer to the center of my palm that I can call my own. I’m talking about my palm. If I were talking about owning the town I would’ve named it by now. I would’ve possibly named it Palm Tree so there’d be one Palm Tree around here. One Palm Tree that I own so I can whack it down if I want or I could water it to watch it grow. That’s two different approaches to running a town you own if you could own a town. Since I own my palm and the town is in my palm that would make me a town owner. The only problem here is that I do own my palm but nobody owns me. If I look at my palm as a possession then someone must possess me. I would rather own a town.