to Maine by bus greeted with
ocean sun and warm
breeze
here is the permanent vacation
if I remember
this is the best game in town
a stranger’s leg pressing against
mine on the bus ride, his arm
and wedding ringed hand
and sporty, clean clothes
making me laugh next to
my dirt stained feet
and rock n’roll
still dreaming of coming on
I give him healing vibes
thru our touch
the music in my ears
giving soundtrack to it all:
“You’ll never see me again”
a girl from Connecticut
looks at me knowingly,
as if seeking my sympathy
driving away from the bus
station crying after dropping
off her boyfriend
I miss sweet nostalgic
dream boy already—ice eyes and hair
who swears he’ll have a
nervous breakdown by 30
and that it will be cleansing