it was the longest bus ride in the history of long bus rides. a trip that would have taken 4 hours in my own car stetched into 14 as we stopped in every little town, picked up everyone running from thier own life between talihina oklahoma and dallas texas. why dont you ever write poems about me? she asked, as she lay on the couch, leafing thru my spirals. the trees were black shapes passing by the window. the ocasional lights scattered thru the hills seemed like nothing more than outposts for loneliness. a drunk in the last row yelled out "laura" and then fell back into unconsciousness. i am waiting for you to leave me. i said. the bus rolled thru perfect highways, its bright lights leading us all on into something we had allready failed at a thousand times. in a thousand perfect ways. for a second she seemed stunned. and i knew that i should try to pass it off as a joke. or say im sorry. or i couldnt stand any of this without you. i wrote "how the fuck does this happen" on a slip of paper and pushed out the top of the bus window. in an instant it was swallowed whole by darkness.Birth sign: Taurus
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