could we just be friends

receipt in my window
they’re staring at me.
smoking at 10 am
rainy november

they’re not magical beings.
no one is.
got to get
out of town.
I’m never coming back.
it’s just not for me.

get past the traffic, hit the green lights.
pedal’s as far down as I can permit it.
65 in a 65. skip the tollway.
get me home. I hate it there but I hate it here more.