-gate b29, denver international airport
waiting to bored.
the teeming, leechlike horde.
my forehead feels like
it swallowed a sword.
waiting to bored.
the j-shaped jetgate, extended-
and then ignored.
my hangover is a storm-tossed boat
fast becoming unmoored.
waiting to bored.
every tacky-lumined terminal space
once, or twice explored.
my desert-dry throat
receives the steady irrigation
of all the nine dollar agua
that economy class
can't afford.
can't afford.
