Com-you-te

I can’t fall asleep on public transportation but I did with you on a flight to chi town on a train boston bound because you looked at me and down at your shoulder, beckoning because we stayed up all night, bickering I would trade the restful rides for sleep at night for the dull image of the vinyl bound seat in front of me even when I see the pair across from me even when I see the chair next to me

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