el camino.

it was the 22nd day of september. i could taste the warmth of the jasmine persuading itself through my front door. i panicked with the girl starring back at me, unsure if you’d like my hair. you were early, but the coffee was hot. i would have heard anything you said that day. but your arm just lay across the back of the passenger seat. i’ve often wondered if it was that arm and it’s expansive fling that lured me in. “look” it said. “look how much space there is for you.”