Want my business? Give
me outlets, internet, booth
seating and, yeah, food.
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Want my business? Give
me outlets, internet, booth
seating and, yeah, food.
At every gate
we jockey for outlets, our
iPhones running low.
Give up seat, get five
hundred dollar voucher and
first class upgrade. Win.
Randomly chosen,
I breeze through security.
Airport bingo win.
Once plans light the fuse
nerves sizzle, anxiety
flares. Can’t stand the wait.
I draft spreadsheets, each
detail a talismanic
ward of protection.
I can’t know who I’ll
be tomorrow cramped and shoved
in a carry-on
tomorrow between
Chicago Phoenix I’ll be
a dot in the sky
Buttons zippers snaps
connect. Scissors blades sunder.
Don’t know where we stand.
Spun as adventure,
it’s a long hard drive with a
heartbroken daughter.