Sep 24, 2006 03:06
Driving on route - wait, was it 322 or 476?
Oh dear. It seems my precient skills are impeccable again.
I know this because,
I'm in Pottstown,
Bridgetown,
And somewhere close there's Harrisburg.
Oh, good! So Harrisburg really isn't as far away as I thought.
Just really.
Damn.
Far.
My seamless merging has taken me
farther than I had anticipated
And like that, before I knew it
Here I am lost and on unfamiliar spider-cracked asphalt
But I feel like I've been here before at least twice.
Why do all highways, bridges, and detours look the same?
I touch my neck, because that's always what I do
When I feel I need a hand
And my necklace is gone.
Stupid little starfish
With the scratchy, itchy, catlick beads on its chain
Where are you now?
Oh, hell.
I missed my exit,
and the woman at the gas station twenty six miles back
saw me maybe eight minutes ago.