the gulls were laughing as we were speeding along the bay to make your south-bound red-eye bus. we couldn't wait for graduation and our playful summer: we'd spend it watching rentals and lushing in your bed. conjunction junction, watch that function. we thought we could make it but we were fucking eachother in the head.

i've been driving since sunset and my eyes are starting to cross. my fantasy of you is keeping me awake keeps me from swerving into the next lane. anyway, i can't remember if i am coming to pick you up or just driving the wrong way.