Ah, the grand lines of customers, waiting to be whisked away fondly into the friendly skies. (I hate everyone of these people because I am everyone of these people). I feel your pain, my snake charming friends.
O'Hare 2.
some slurry
of rain and fog,
a smug
looker on the
cover of a magazine,
my clean
shoes, black shirt,
girl with pink scarf
and endless loops of
time.
endless
endless
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