airplane interior in the dark
[ This image is in the public domain. ]

It’s so sad, the pretty girl’s face
pushed right
up against the screen.

She sleeps on, all wires;
wakes, watches again.

I think she’s Vietnamese.

I listen to a podcast about phone
dependency: don’t sleep with your phone.

I’m tangled,
like the wires that surround me, in my seat,
to the plane’s inner workings.

…us, that surround us…


And the plane, the silly plane – its body is nothing without
us, a shell without meat.