The Three Part Arrival

Part One I drink too much with the French women I enjoy myself emencly and tuck you in on the couch. My alarm sounds three times six hours later all three times I press ssnnnoooozzzzzeeee. Finally with 20 mins. until departure I rise and panic pack pack panic. My eyes burn and the thought of smoking makes me feel blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Change Deorderize pee Shove brush hair and teeth guzzle wash and Bolt. My head pounds I stand on a crowed train with luggage in tow Then transfer then train then bus then work 7 hours proceed with ham and cheese art classes bank runs and a few arguments with the five year old. Part Two After work public transit becomes a blurrrrrrr. I sit motionless and stare at the layers of grey. Two buses pass finally getting on the third with luggage in tow I arrive again at ____ and ___________. Three joints One pumpkin pot tart Five Marbroughs latter You drop me at the depature door. This time I must master appearing sober and relaxed while Checking in Tagging Bagging and Security. I have half and hour to complete those tasks. Though my brain is mush and paranoia is lurking, I proceed. Pockets empty sweater, braclets, rings, necklace, shoes, bobbiepins, belt and bag removed and placed in tub. My pants begin to fall down I don’t have the time to put all the metal back in it’s place. Clamazipan I miss you. Part Three Four thousand feet above sea level and I’m watching Americas next Top model reading Harry Potter and wondering who wants to have sex in the washroom. The pumpkin pot tart kicks in and I’m a messssss. craving soda and unable to practice restraint I go on a sugar binge somewhere over Saskatwan. An hour to midnight you greet me with a cold wind and a black sky. I can taste the traces of winter in my month and smell the signs of spring in the tip of my big british nose. Our eyes meet and you wink like our friendship is a secret with a language unto it’s self. My cheeks puff lips elongate and strech. My heart and shoulders relax and my breath becomes light as you ask me for a smoke. I laugh those were my first words to you last time. as our timing is always prefect I reach for the Malborhs sign and offer a light. Brown reflecting brown in a continual cycle reflecting and reflecting and reflecting. 2,400 km from home just to get home.