May 30, 2020
5/7/2020 5:26pm Poetry at Heathrow: Gray seconds are 95% of seconds Especially in an airport Especially in the air Sleek feet pit and pat like clear glass Hair frizzed and pushed up Pickled but not preserved The white bleach I used to love now a stream Of streaks among black Like constituents, like snaps Ok. There are moments when I’m calm and moments when you want to blow a kiss And moments when I decide to be a germaphobe Letting the world of invisible resolution and Roaring roaches back me into an inevitable corner Amiss and beyond the lines
Azia <3
