the long journey home

we really hit it off

texting to one another

and talking on the phone, so

she drove her car

all the way

from Cleveland, to my house.

she had circles

under her eyes when she arrived,

and her windbreaker

she was wearing

was covered in coffee spills

and potato chip

crumbs. long drips of oatmeal.

she may have wet her pants too,

the travel

diaper she was wearing

was heavy and full,

but she still needed to use

the bathroom in a bad way,

so i let her in.

she rushed by me without

a word.

after she washed her

hands i told her

that i didn't think

we were a match, maybe

we've rushed into things,

to which she reluctantly agreed.

so she got in her car and

drove back

to Cleveland. i gave her gas

money, and money

for snacks along the way.

i've always had bad luck

with former cheerleaders.

i should have asked her

for a more current picture,

not the ones taken

from back in the day.