from the beginning
it was never easy
bloated between pockets
and staring at the chair
this was what their lives
had been hurtling towards
since an assertive gesture
six weeks ago, thanks
by the third hour they had
molded into one
consumed by a hum
like a car window cracked
on the freeway
and insular in its breathing
vibrating on low
a stewardess
saying "trash"
twenty times or more
i turned to the man sitting next to me
and a voice said
"excuse me"
that voice came from me
