Today I am
— boarding the 5:10am to Dallas —
A decontextualized orb,
Drifting through time and space
But mostly space.
It’s my fifth flight this week —
It would be my fourth but I missed one in Kansas City —
And I’m tired.
Every flight has left before 6am
and why did I do this to myself.
Plane sleep isn’t sleep
And plane people aren’t people
And I’ll be somewhere else soon
Looking at different people.
Everything is in transit.
Everything is in flux.
Nothing is fixed
But nothing is broken.