I.
Driving down dark deserted city byway
Midnight. No one on the sidewalks but
The houseless and the club-goers
Passenger seat leaned back, heat blasting
Not driving, but being driven
Toward a home with a kitchen,
Couches, leftover cake,
People.
II.
Friday afternoon, no more classes
Lying pillow-propped, granola bar fed
On my bed. Watching Grey's Anatomy
On the purple laptop, wearing
Hoodie and fuzzy socks,
No commitments until the evening.
III.
Confirmation emails, your
Package has arrived, your
Textbooks have shipped, your
Bank transfer has been completed.
IV.
Freshly printed papers,
Stapled and slid in slick folders.
The last line of an 80-page chapter.
V.
Train rides, airplane flights, bus rides
Home, after finals
VI.
Shopping with a full bank account
VII.
Family photo albums
VIII.
Mango smoothies
IX.
Laughing long
X.
Hugs
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