"I'm all for gettin lost long as we can get back
home. Seems like this is the lostest I've ever been"
4 a.m. I'm getting laugh-drunk with a Slovakian.
He used different words to say the same things.
"I want to piss on every continent, treat my
body like a suitcase. Pack the scars in case I catch
myself forgetting. Anticipate tomorrow's
headaches, the soft reminder for what I done
today"
The kind of moment that blows wide open, a different
sense of lives living as the same time under
the same sky I got back in my city. We yelled our
goodbyes across his town square. Lay down shut
off my eyes roll away click shut like a doll face. It's
yesterday back home... content with the head start.