bloated between pockets
staring at the chair
this was what their lives
had been hurtling towards
since an assertive gesture
six weeks ago, thanks
from the beginning
it was never easy

by the third hour they were
consumed by a hum
like a car window cracked
on the freeway
and insular in its breathing
vibrating on low
molded into one

a stewardess
says "trash"
twenty times or more
i turned to the man sitting next to me
and a voice says
"excuse me"
that voice came from me