We were strangers without suitcases
trying to make you remember us
painting "black object with red splotch,"
ready to unload our ideas upon a kid
as if water is what we really wanted
when we asked for a glass of it.
Confessing our devotion to resemblances
on the yellow break dance charts
that we studied by candlelight
like toys caught reading
their own directions.
7.6.09
I dont usually remember names
there are things you should keep to yourself
I’m somewhere in Indiana, along the border of Ohio, sitting on a bench. Staring out at the bars of semi trucks and charts of clouds, I’ve got twenty more minutes until I can leave again for Chicago. This ride has been exceptionally boring because I cannot sleep. I just keep taking drags from this cigarette, outside of this getaway. I feel like I’m looking at the cover of a book.
half of me would rather
run than get
back onto that bus.
half of me would rather
run than get
back onto that bus.
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