Sick In Detroit

SICK IN DETROIT I could run away the way I'm used to cross continents and city streets packing my bags around me, but what good pretending is sometimes doesn't do here anymore. Leaving was your idea and pretending I hadn't touched you at all. So while you packed the bags I went out because you asked for tomatoes out of season because you asked. Later, miles away on the bus I ate your tomatoes, all eight, and was sick in Detroit on some bags beside the bus. Everyone knew and pretending wasn't any good then either.