.onwards.on.to.ontario.

Last time I was on a bus ride with my partner, we were fooling around in the back, and I ended up walking around the NYC Greyhound station with blue balls for an eternity. I even had to meet her father, who showed up drunk on wine at midday and insisted he knew the way to her gate. She was going back to Tennessee. We broke up not too long after that, and the next time I saw her was when I went down to Chattanooga with high hopes involving her roommate. That didn't pan out either.

Tomorrow, at the least, I'll be in Canada, so there's no way I can lose.
And anyway, we have sandwiches and steamed buns for the ride.

best

in the August heat, you pulled
the covers to your chin, the hot air
lulling you like a lover's hand.
i loved you best then

huddled in my bed
sleeping
like morning would never come

again.