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AARON HUGHES
COMING HOME
I bought a car. A 68 Mustang. . . where do I go? Where do I go? Who do I talk to?
I don't know who I should be, talk to, be with, sleep with. I can't sit at home. I can't be alone. Family at work, friends at school, life was gone a year ago. Who do I talk to?
Drive . . . alone
I'll drive anywhere, go anywhere
Just show me, tell me where I belong
Drive. . . dark, lights, radio loud louder
I'm lost.
Where do I go, who do I talk to?
Pull over High School My high school four five years gone. My high school with the phone by the gym that I would call for rides home. I would wait at these doors for my mother to come. High school dark alone car engine on Humming.
Hello
Brian
Hey man, where you at?
Should I come over there?
I know it's . . . I know it's late.
Can I come over there?
Soon?
Dude, I don't know where to go . . . who to call.
I haven't seen you.
I can drive there.
Two hours. . . Three hours. . . We can see each other.
Soon?
Yeah soon.
Car drive Chicago alone drive
I haven't been alone in so long. I don't want to be alone.
Don't close the door when I sleep.
I need to hear you in the other room.
Dark black high school who do I call? Where do I go. Drive.
Hello.
Del.
Can I see you?
No?
No. I know I can't just call you but I don't know who to call where to go.
Drive. Drive. Drive streetlights fall Chicago air I am alone and the clubs are closed.
Where do I go?
Who do I call? Drive. Drive. Tell the truth.
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