Some days are better than others. That is what I think to myself as I watch the grey landscape slide by at an extremely underwhelming speed. Today is good despite the pains in my stomach. I’ve been without true friendship for a few months now, and a man can go longer without nourishment than he can a sympathetic ear or a familiar touch. I don’t know why I do this to myself, intentionally starve myself some days. Huckleberry told me the drunk and the poet tend to have only one meal a day, but I was doing it before he told me those words. Huckleberry. Huckleberry, Roxy Reno, Coyote, and I are the poets of that cold little river town. Sometimes things change. Huck and Reno are going to prison soon and I’m fleeing the area for a more familiar climate. Coyote will be left to pick up the slack for a few months, but you get that on these bigger jobs. I’m reminded of my hunger once more as this sad looking woman passes by with a cart of over priced refreshments. That’s not what I’m hungry for. The woman pushing the cart seems like the kind of person who gave up on their dreams and needed a way to support their unwanted child. The kind of woman whose hair is only held in place by sweat and semen and doesn’t look you in the eye, just stairs in your direction. The scenery outside the window could be the same picture on a never-ending conveyor for all I know. The familiarity is overwhelming and disappointing. As of this moment, five other trains have passed us traveling the opposite direction. Every time one does I find myself wishing for it to buck to the side just a little too much and collide into us at top speed. It’s not that I’m craving death right now, as I have before, just something to break this cycle of normalcy that is my life. At the beginning of our departure, the lack of rifling through papers was very noticeable as we were told to flip through the safety pamphlets in front of us. I do not wish for death, but if it comes I will welcome it. The sun will set, and rise the next day. Just as I have died every night and been born the next morning.