there is sand on your lips. you are reading me an archie comic book out loud. the log behind us is baking sun into our backs. we meet in strange places, you get dropped off by a small plane in the dark with your shoes tied to your skateboard. i hitch-hike 300 miles to sleep in a motel and wait for you, getting rides from men who "accidentally" touch my legs.

long-distance relationships are the most idealistic, and the most safe.