By: Joshua Medsker
We ride out of the bookstore (rock bios and poetry in our day packs)
twisting and meeting the road’s curves -passing Denali- passing the giant billboard
“Jesus washes away your sins” as Eric shakes his head “whooee we tapped America’s main line, man” we pass Kelso
on the highway from New Mexico to Texas
my tears hitting the window like a raindrop
on the bullet train -passing Fuji- spreading out and out
and Eric and I levitate from our seats as we rise making our way to the clouds.