Airport Poem (twitter sonnet)
A man felt me up and then I got into a silver tube.
I’m reading a book where people fall elaborately in love and everybody dies.
On a plane once I read Cannery Row, one of the few books I’ve read twice.
I’ve read Jesus’ Son tens of times but never on a plane.
It’s too good for that.
A book about land, being on it, and trying not to get erased from it.
At an art show the artist did a presentation on the Third Throne.
The artwork not the book.
He should have left well enough alone, but did a pseudo religious performance anyway.
His videos where good, though.
I read East of Eden on a plane.
I prefer science fiction now because I’m worried about what’s going to happen to us.
At the counter we got breakfast and the total was twenty thirteen.
The year we’ll have a baby, I said.
Forthcoming in Columbia Poetry Review.
