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i paid the six ten. dug through pockets until i found a small little dime (my favorite) and placed it in the wrinkled hand of the conductor. punch punch the holes and hang up my ticket for all to see. my destination. there was a boy across from me, half asleep. too young to be alone. scared deer in headlight eyes when he woke up. i dreamed about putting money in that pocket of his. but i don't often do what i would like.
when i arrived i put my book back into my bag slowly. walked out clutching it protectively as you must in my city, my new scarf trying to blow in my face. and he met me in his little blue car. i got in and we drove miles to his house, with his new wife and child. and it's been a year and thousands of cigarettes but he still doesn't know. my lighter itched in my pocket.
they took us out to dinner at a fancy resturaunt, all dim lights and city clothing, glasses of chardonnay and i remember how we used to live like this. we used to live well. but still, it is nice to see where the other half of my dna comes from, despite the new shade of lipstick staining his freshly shaved cheek.
tomorrow i will board again and we will live as strangers until christmas.
when i arrived i put my book back into my bag slowly. walked out clutching it protectively as you must in my city, my new scarf trying to blow in my face. and he met me in his little blue car. i got in and we drove miles to his house, with his new wife and child. and it's been a year and thousands of cigarettes but he still doesn't know. my lighter itched in my pocket.
they took us out to dinner at a fancy resturaunt, all dim lights and city clothing, glasses of chardonnay and i remember how we used to live like this. we used to live well. but still, it is nice to see where the other half of my dna comes from, despite the new shade of lipstick staining his freshly shaved cheek.
tomorrow i will board again and we will live as strangers until christmas.