getting lost

In my rush, I took the wrong bus.
In my fatigue, I didn’t get off.
I could’ve sworn the scrolling sign said North,
but the bus headed East at 12:21.
Perhaps we see what we want to see, a palindrome.
Perhaps the universe branched, part of me took the straight
and my double took the detour. No one’s alarmed,
we aren’t hijacked, I took the wrong bus…


I’ve been this way before…
three years ago, looking for open mic night
— found my classmate four beers into his teddy-bear-hobo routine,
three years before that, looking for a book signing,
— asked some guy standing outside, “Is this the line for _________?”
His mouth said no, but his eyes said something else.
The pause was full of possibility.

What does it mean that when I get lost, I go East,
that I set out for book-signings and end up at bars,
And the boys that set me straight
look like sad, drunken saviors?





9 thoughts on “getting lost

  1. Kijo

    “You sit there in your heartache
    Waiting on some beautiful boy
    To save you from your old ways
    You play forgiveness
    Watch it now, here he comes
    He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
    But he talks like a gentlemen
    Like you imagined
    when you were young”

    When You Were Young — The Killers


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