Welcome home to cheeseburgers, asshole security
UR bag does NOT need a bin JUS
LAY it on the belt. Okay.
I take off my boots, unbelt my coat
unbelt my waist, put my laptop
in a separate bin. NOW. Let’s see, we have
two cheeseburgers, says the mom to the girl
at my back, One cheeseburger for now
and one for later. I’m craving a cucumber-
Edamer cheese sandwich. I have a water bottle,
just bought, ma’am, and a few chocolate-covered plums.

On the plane to PHX, ants under a 2-days-til-
Christmas magnifying glass,
passengers stuck in a straight line, abandoning
their coats in the overhead bins, shoving backpacks against
other backpacks. And a 20-something in faded sweatpants and mismatched
bangles, blazing against man in row 16 who SHOVED
MY BACKPACK JUST TO FIT HIS SON’S STUFF, LIKE,
DAD, WHAT SHOULD I DO?
I concentrate on sliced cucumbers until the ants
are securely buckled in their seats.
It’s then I turn on my Ipod and drown my
countrymen at a safe altitude.