Trapped in Words

In the airport, there’s nothing to do. But they’re taking off at once. I didn’t decide to. The luggage just appeared. My feet almost got chewed off. But I started my poem just in time. I decided to feel the vibes of the day. But then a bee flew by and I forgot. You should write things. Sometimes you can forget how to read. So you don’t for a while. Stare at the lines on the paper. They are not words, just the helpers. Or throw everything away, who cares. Throw away those old sweatpants. And maybe that will inspire me. Capitalize That. And This And Them Too! Write a bit each day. Then I take my notebook out. And eat it all at once.