stale marlboros and dad's pickup

you'll catch a plane
just to get lost
but you'll still
carry a stick of
your brother's favorite
gum, it's somehow safe.

you'll catch a fever
when she makes you hot
when you're not thinking
clearly, but you'll feel
the sinking tomorrow
over diner coffee.

catch your breath.
you'll be running forever
so for now just stop.
and read this.
but hold tight
to your ticket.

you'll never catch me.
i've found the keys
to your pickup and
i'm lighting up
your smokes, though
they're tired and stale.