Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Fear of Flying, Draft II

Fear of Flying

I prefer crying
in private.
It's

a messy endeavor,
like falling
asleep

on a stranger's
shoulder, your
mouth

discharging drool, enough
to soak
his

shoulder, so he
nudges your
cheek,

elbow folding your
slack skin,
but

your head feels
attached to
him,

so he pulls
away, but 
you

just flop closer,
your body
taking

over what little
space he
had,

so he squishes
himself against
the

plane's wall, flattens
his shoulder
until

it hurts, but
there's only
an

inch between your
fallen head
and

him, only one
emergency exit
between

him and the
urge to
bail.



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