as the songs wind down and the speed limit drops to village limits, i hope i can see you again
(i don’t think you know how much i really do love you, and most of me hopes you never do 

– may be awkward) 

thank you for everything, amigue 

back in buffalo again, the i-90 
plagued by leagues of odysseys and sorentos 
wind-down with fifty-five miles per hour 
(the dodge was indeed a journey,) 

Niagara Falls, exit fifty-three; 
Canada and the 716 and the almost-there gut feeling, 
home again, but who is home? 

empty twin bed, heavy heart, somber 
expression: Take me back to the shores of Lake Ontario,
ill dig my toes into the sand and cling tight, 
to corsets and bustiers.
to the assassins creed cosplay (Ezio, oh Ezio!) 

let’s go camping again, miss exit fifty-five – 
ill passenger-prince with you anywhere 
skip idkhow, ive grown 

to love animals of glass as ive grown to love the world again 

‘boyfriend asleep in the passenger seat’ – he is asleep in the sixty-three, not here, i’m here
reduced to silence and the ROAR of the catalytic converter, hum of the two-nineteen :: 

let it not end, please, keep me here 
i am not him, never will be, (but he is the last man i want to be…)

let me rest with you, before the months pass //
and before we all change, leaves on the wind 
sent unto lake erie.