So small, it’s got one
airline. Flight almost cancelled,
nearly stranding her.
Arcata airport
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So small, it’s got one
airline. Flight almost cancelled,
nearly stranding her.
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.