On The Bus To Flint, Michigan (And What I Saw There)

On The Bus to Flint, Michigan (And What I Saw There)

If I unfocus my eyes,

the reflection on the Greyhound window

seems as corporeal

as my cramped knees

directly ahead,

casting cars so close

I can clearly see the ghost

of a blood-lost man.

(Honestly, he looks sickly pale:

an Instagram filter

making him appear like spearmint gum,

chewed up with green dotted eyes.)

I watch his inverted image

grip the steering wheel,

knuckles white as the flurried snow

parading us,

suck my lip empathetically,

then mousetrap-snap my teeth down

hard

as the man splits—vanishes!

—into an oil tanker

speeding straight for us.

My yelp catches the attention

of the other passangers,

who then pretend not to notice

out of social politeness

or prude judgement.

The truck fades;

I sigh.

So I think about the remaining six hours

and how the forest we’re passing has bare,

paper-thin trees whose branches look like

veins run dry.

It was just then that it occurred to him that even the meanest of people could have good qualities hidden within them, even if it wasn’t as apparent as one might think. All in all, he realized, no matter what degree of person you fell into, the most universal part of humanity was the inherent desire to be understood by those different than you.

Best Tardy, “Beware the Stars”

Isaac’s Goodbye Song

Wish my head was on your shoulder

Wish I hadn’t sent you packing

When I think of us on late nights

It’s your depth that I am lacking

Wish your name was only whispered

And was not my alma mater

Since shouts of it will not put out

This fire on the water

Wish the world would just stop spinning ‘round

So I’d rocket off this planet

Flying straight into the universe

And find the atoms who began it

Through the sun

The sun

Though I

I need you to not

Not remember my words

Remember my words

Wish I’d sit inside your car now

See those stupid dash-dice jingle

Through the silence of a song you know

As your way to intermingle

Please believe me, don’t remember

I will only bring you trouble

And losing me will someday fade

Like your chin fades into stubble

Hear your voice in other’s music

And I can’t yet close my heart

I’ll write poems ‘til these hands of mine

Can just erase you from my art

Recall the things you did for me

Repaid in solemn goodbyes

I’ll wear all our idiocrasy

So it’s not on you though I

I

I need you to please

Please remember good times

Just remember good times

Just ran through Soulsilver with Chikorita and she’s a real queen, I’ll tell you what.

I’M DONE

Makes me want to write indie romance. ♥️

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