Long layover, Part 3: Out of control

Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.

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Long layover, Part 1: Queen City Kitchen

How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?

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Nap

Drool on my cheek, it’s
dark, daylight gone. Sat on couch,
crashed, kidnapped by sleep.

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Late start

Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.

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Interview

Hear myself rambling
on, using sixty words when
six would do, and cringe.

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Got nothing

as told to Evernote this morning

writing the story
of my life so far only
seeing blank pages

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Nap

Eyelids flutter, close.
Sounds recede. Meeting drags on.
My snore wakes me up.

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Running errands

Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.

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Agoraphobia

Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.

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Pinterest lies

Looking glass spray paint
fail. Dollar Tree junk still lacks
Pottery Barn charm.

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