Pedronaut

The pretty waiter woman

We were young

With long hair

We’d never been so old before

We were free

We were lost

We’d never been so alone before

I tried to swallow 3 pills while I waited 

We’d been to a wedding

It was a beautiful wedding

In a castle on an island

When I fall in love, everyone else could go fuck themselves for all I care

So I went away

Climbed Kilimanjaro

Made friends with a native

Played the white man with the natives

I knew gravity was like acceleration

I knew the universe had come from nothing and that zero was infinity

But an email from an old friend brought me home

I called in with a loaf of brown bread I’d picked up in SuperValu

His mother told me a story

My eyes were cloudy and the clouds had all these specs in them

I remembered when I was younger and my eyes were clear

And my limbs were supple

And my parents put me in a chair

And warned me to live

I used to imagine running away, to the forests in the mountains

And living with the animals

And retreating to the plants

And the sun

retreating like pond scum, to the air

and the electricity in the lightning

and the chaos in the stars

far, far away from the shite talk in the internet

and the games in the world

and the jobs and the money

and the dead Syrian girl child

and the pretty waiter woman

I left her a gold coin

And took to the road