my mother remembered how to walk so now at night she runs
did i tell you i ran away? well i did, last night. are you surprised? well don’t be. i woke up and i thought that’s it screw this i’m out of here and i put on my socks, the ones with the sticky pad bottoms and i put on my slippers and i walked right out. nobody saw me, so nobody stopped me. i walked for a long time, a long time. eventually i was tired and a bit confused, just a bit, like how did i get here, but then i saw the truck stop and so i went in, hoping someone would be going my way. only i didn’t know what that way was. are you going my way, i asked, i can pay (but i didn’t have money, i mean i don’t have money, but i knew i could figure something out when we got to that bit, you know me) but no one looked at me. maybe i scared them. then there was a policeman, he walked right through the place, i thought for sure i was a goner and i looked down at my hands but he just kept going. then i was in a car with a young man and woman, she wouldn’t stop talking, she was from some place under america, maybe guatemala i don’t know. she wouldn’t stop talking and telling stories, some of them dirty, i mean filthy. you never heard anything like it. thank god she wasn’t driving.
we drove around for a long time and they took me home to your father, it was so late and i was tired — i fell asleep and then i was here again. this fucking place, i hate this place. i’m doing it again tonight.