Be careful out there,
my mother said
the day I got on the bus.
The people who ended up out there
are there for a reason,
they left civilization and
went as far away as they could possibly go.
Most of them were probably on the run.
Misfits and creeps and criminals,
she warned, one hundred years later.
By the time I got off the bus in Vancouver
I still hadn't figured out which of the three I was.
