San Francisco

I watched you sleep in the car that night, traveling from Madison to Oshkosh. I know you want to leave Wisconsin and hell, I don’t want to be here either. Unfortunately, here is the only place we will be together so I make the most of it, studying your face as it lay slack jawed against the headrest of my red Chevy Cavalier. I have longed to hear the sounds of sleep bubble out of you. Now they fill the small cabin as we terrorize the freeway. Wherever you move is where I won’t be, you’ll make sure of that.