At The Bar On The Interstate

I thought about what she had said to me and and I understood eventhough I knew I had kept her in a tower all summer. Really, I wonder though what to think when she looks at me and he is where she is standing right there talking to me. I haven’t been in a fight in ages. Crack a tooth and bleed i would definitely swing back. I levitated in the tension. Spreading my wings sharp and silver in the late afternoon sunshine the glare caught the attention of our waitress. Thin and beautiful, she took my order enhancing the already pleasant experience of drinking at the bar on the interstate…