Driving from New York to Philadelphia and on into Richmond. Jana is holding a bag of Haribo cherries that Auguste gave me before I left. I had boarded the Amtrak the day before, and we kissed in the station, on the platform. Jade plays music from her phone, songs I don't know and songs I listened to in high school. I think about texting Matisse but I decide against it. I think again about texting Matisse but again I decide against it. My mind drifts, glances the landscape, the smog billowing out of big pillars, the factories we pass. I don't know what anything is. Lately I feel as though I can't follow a single thought through; I don't know what that would look like.