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Preboarding Ritual

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


mine will stay

that way

eyes meet

swiftly glancing away

yet a glance


on the fat man


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


so am


this will

be a long flight

for both of us

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