Anterior Journey

anticipation breathes sleeplessness into my 
fugitive lungs, both globes enter the event 
while I take the only road back to the 
mainland; to disappear into the horde 
a sample in the window of a store 
with my tag flipped over (says I'll never sell) 
looking at the letters, no longer washed 
with options, covered in the sweat of  
repetition: don't take the I back, let me 
keep these sunglasses over my face