this flight to Tuscon really sucks.
Tarmac time and I'm certain
the woman next to me
is farting up a storm.
thank goodness
I have my trusty
service burrito
because I will retaliate.
sure hope this plane
doesn't crash,
because I woke up
thinking about you.
not drinking
makes this flight
even longer
and we just took off.
travel makes me nostalgic
for what's behind,
and I am afraid
that I can never go back.
but I can dream,
special in the clouds,
holding my breath
while writing this and watching Netflix.
when the plane touched down,
I have to head straight
to the Arizona office,
then it is another dreaded Spirit flight back, hopefully.