Sunday, October 15, 2017

Poems For Her: 6. Layover

It’s nearly 11. 1AM where you are
I went to Chicago once
You’ll board your flight in half an hour
More or less
And come flying back to me
Not to me
A 14 hour journey. Poor dear.
I love red-eye flights. They let me see my madness.
Soon you’ll be back on the west coast.

San Francisco is nice.

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