Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Lines Written between Dublin and Keflavik


These words are not meant to be read

in their entirety. Skim them



the way this plane skims the cloud layer,

jostling sometimes, jarring us



from half-sleep. Pass over them

the way your eyes drift over headlines



in airport kiosks — words that give a sense

of pope and president, stock fluctuation



and civil war. That way you can take them

how you want to — to make or remake



to be about you (which they are)

or to not be about you (which they also are).

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