Tuesday, July 23, 2013

No one told me not to go

The vapors and notes around here have been so heavy, it's hard to skip from one familiar song to another without feeling the weight of the pause right on my chest. I've been sleeping with a sheet of a blanket, my hip bone is bruised from how little give this bed I'm sleeping on has.

I'm confused because my bones know I'm home when I'm cradled inside such majestic mountains, yet my family is separated by long stretches of highway where cars break down too far in between towns, where slowly the pointed tips of the mountains get chopped off and turn orange. Where they sell real jerky, and I only ask; "do you want to stop for some jerky?" as it's too late, we already passed by.

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