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not a marathon but a sprint
on a plane
watching the new
movie about Elvis over
someone’s shoulder
airline pillow functions
as a basket for my
head I throw it
on the floor
quiet food cart boasts
calzones en flight
three cheese
including feta
planes had real
furniture once
book stack and a shower
stall no smoke
detector
I dream
I am in a candy store
stuffing my face with
mouthfuls of sweets
they turn to egg shells
woke up early
image of slaughtered
cow’s head
picture your short
toes already lost
to the perfume
of sleep
I am a vacation
from your
life
L Scully (they) is a living writer. Their next collection is forthcoming from DOPAMINE Books in autumn 2025. Love notes can be sent via Instagram to @_caprihorny_.
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