sometimes i am not there
i am, but i’m not there
do you ever feel this skeletal?
cling wrap limbs of jelly at most
cause i gaze blankly every time the people zig zag
and i can just see you through the peekaboo gaps that allow
what if i just melt right here
lay down and listen to the lines and specks of light waltzing
perhaps i’ll learn to dance
why does the airport feel most home