The kindest thing ever said to me was,
”You don’t turn into a bad person
when you’re drunk.”
I laughed and said thank you.
”No, seriously,
you taught me to waltz.”
Penske
I arc over Oregon,
my headlights burning an ion trail
into the saplings and old snow.
The diesel ran loud and its reverb hunted
the highway's stray grass.
I drifted for twenty-two hours
while the last six years
passed between yellow lines.