Trailing behind at the scent of your leather from the sneakers, and the mud underneath.

In confrontation, I regress
My lips open, and I digress.

You're not Sherlock, but you solved the case.

Grin and nod away.
Lodged in your finger I stay.

No better than a splinter.

Turned away, and now your in flight.
Away, is my plight.

This is your winter solstice.

Of course, you'll arrive.
With your jacket, and in time.
I'm gonna park over there.
By the fountain.

This is Nebraska, there is no real aweness.

I will blankly stare.
I will blend in with the oxygen particles.
I will have a silent presence.
No one will notice me, not even a mare.

I lied, only one man noticed me.
The manager of the Inn and Suites.

I see the vessels of my eyes.
Like a runway model, who must look like she never has to try.

Checkout is at eleven.
I'm falling asleep now at seven.