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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