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.