you wake up in the wrong kind of light
and twist your leg in ex-white sheets
before you remember you are me &
booked the cab when I thought one bottle
of the grain alcohol I still can't say
would suffice
Can I be you until Resolve
makes my head fit inside
my head again
until the announcement to close the shades
people are trying to sleep but polite
cuts us off from the waves below
and the noon & the sunset
that chase our contrails
won't catch us until we have smoothies
bigger than my fixed head in hand
until you remember you're just me
your lips touch mine, your hands know where in my folds to lie
and I don't remember having a reason
to fly again
at least metal wings are less likely to break
and then the hotel alarm rings
twenty minutes to taxi three hours until I leave the country.