By Benji Elkins:
there is snow
on the tarmac
yet the
rain smooths it out
I watch
silently out the window
my seat reclines
my laptop opens
people shuffle
in looking for their
seats, being filled
my aisle is empty
maybe
mine will stay
that way
eyes meet
swiftly glancing away
yet a glance
lingers
on the fat man
ahead
eying me down
coming forwards
he looks to
me slowly
I shake my head but
he sits down solemnly
he is next
to me
he is
fat
so am
I
this will
be a long flight
for both of us