Pictures, moments-deck of cards, a massage to ease hurt muscles, a moment watching the sun, dangling chicken from a string, high anxiety-concentrating on that little mole because I’ve never been this far from home-sidetrip through unknown place to drop off child on another journey. Bunked up-small space. Liquor late at night-how do we find soda? Holding you as we cross state after state closer to the end. Gambling, smelly needing a wash after three days in a truck-Refreshed at last-find some food? Ill direction cab driver behind bulletproof glass-13.00-wants…No DEMANDS TIP! Screaming-Niger Bitch! Buying food at a gas station? No-fast food? With food stamps-it STAYS DOWN he says. Buying Pepto-eating it like candy-traveling nerves-can’t eat. Try a bite, he says as he orders French toast that remain only for a moment. I order eggs and toast and apple juice and I feel nauseous at the smell-last time I pay for something-make you try to eat. Sore foot-so many people-try not to get close. Warning about being crushed by Metro doors-onto tracks…I stand close to him and move alongside. Bright, intensive heat-end of the line. Packed into small packed van-yardsale she tells me. Behind with junk. He sweats-I brush it off-it’s been a long journey.