Flying Down to Zero
Elbows need to be carefully packed.
I squeeze together organs
filling only a certain delineated area.
The flight attendant approaches,
tries to ignore me
I have some preliminary questions,
"Can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge?
Could my mind be more swiftly amputated?
Is it possible to be shuffled laterally
until I intrude less and match more?
Will my MP3 player attract killer geese,
or interfere with heat seeking drones.
Will you stamp my papers as D.O.A. now
to save time?"
"Sir, will you please stop blinking,
you're making the other cargo nervous."
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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