Thursday, February 7, 2013

traveled for five months and
didn't sleep for three. 

he refused to take a map
everywhere, claimed that if he didn't know where his destination lay then he
couldn't call her in the middle of the night
and beg her to meet him there. 

every motel had a maid knocking with fresh sheets and he
threw up a lot, out of sadness or anger or pure
confusion at what his life had become. 

motels haunted him with the smell of
air freshener and other people.
he lay restless and thought of his old life and how 
all of them seemed to smell now
like the nape of her neck.

traveled for five months, 
didn't come home for six.

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