when he was a boy,
he would make sure she was asleep
and they would go out driving
on the interstate.
i have been across afghanistan,
but only because my teacher told me to.
eleven pages read,
two hundred eighty-nine to go.
he is mixture of
degraw, barnes, mayer, and mraz.
and i have a signed record.
road tunes?
*secretsecretsecret*
you'll find out when we get there,
don't worry.
arthur
is still the best teacher.
though it always has ended up
where it needs to be,
i have lost my phone about twenty times
in the couch cushions.
it didn't matter, though.
jackpot was hit at
goodwill.
if only you were there.
"matamoros.
texas.
tuscaloosa."
i have
one hundred and ninety-two
hours of things to tell you,
so hurry back home.
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