This is a poem about longing, remorse, and the road

This stretch of I-70 is 400 miles
9 hours from St. Louis to Cleveland and
I’m about 5 hours in

Utter fullness never felt so defeating
and I’m beginning to regret that fleeting
craving for that McMuffin
and for you, dear Cup o’ Joe

Exit 63 was the devil on the shoulder of my road

Every bump on the highway
with you inside me, changing all the while

I don’t have time to stop again
but my friend
your persistence in escape blurs the lines on the road

I look at the empty cup and wish I were a guy,
that its golden arches might mingle with mine

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