Hand cuffed for throwing things in the cabin.
I prefer not to be a passenger on that flight.
My days go easier, thank you.
I’ll have quiet coffee and a brioche.
That’s my seat, my ticket says.
I’ll sit there, thank you, and read.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Hand cuffed for throwing things in the cabin.
I prefer not to be a passenger on that flight.
My days go easier, thank you.
I’ll have quiet coffee and a brioche.
That’s my seat, my ticket says.
I’ll sit there, thank you, and read.
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