I am waiting to board my plane,
Ready to be home. I work a sudoku puzzle
sitting in a chair with the noisy crush
of passengers. In the next row over,
a man with ear lobes like ripe pears,
heavy, large, and meaty, talks
loudly to his laptop. His short, round and rumpled
body shifts in the hard seat
while he speaks in a voice heavily accented,
condescending and imperial. His eyes flick
between the computer and the room,
watching us watch him.
A woman walks up, her hair twisted
and swept up in perfectly coiffed sleekness.
Her skin is taut, eyes dramatically lined, lips vivid.
She is perfectly pressed navy St. John paired
Her lips offer a wooden smile as she looks at the computer
and says “We loved seeing you.”
Her heels click away from the gate and I hear the
disembodied airport voice intone:
“Please report unattended baggage.”