i slept for thirty four hours out of the past forty eight
consistently and perpetually very confused in international airports,
stopping to freak out about your electronics
we have to hydrrrrate
can you trade some music with me before we leave
"oh my god, the next bed i'm going to sleep in is my girlfriends"
that has got to feel good
for real for real, now now
just now, now
we stared at two old ladies crying in the johannesburg airport one time
one of them was wearing a white shirt and the other one was wearing a maroon shirt
and they were both crying a lot and their faces were old and sad
and they hugged each other so hard, their baggy clothes hung over their bodies like nightgowns
there was something coming out of their eyes
and something coming out of their mouths
i watched them like it was my business
i saw you looking at them, too
you said, that is the saddest thing ever
i said yeah
you said they are probably never going to see each other again
i said why
you said because they are so old and one of them is going to new york city
i said do you think they know that
you said they have to have thought about it
i said yeah probably
and then one of them picked up a small bag and got in line to go through a metal detector
and the other one stood there and cried a lot
i said they looked like best friends
yeah, you said, forever
a little kid near me on an airplane
i watched him put on his baseball cap backwards
his mom took a picture of him drinking a can of coke and making a peace sign with his hands
with a kodak easycam or something
on an airplane
think about them looking at this picture later on in life
hey remember that time we rode on a plane
i would like to ride on an airplane with my grandma
and then i would also like the capability to change the way she feels about black people (in general)
i can always count on looking at this one picture of you to make me want to write something
i can always count on this one akron/family song to make me want to write something
you are installing quicktime on your computer in the airport
you are eating a muffin wrapped in a clear package that says, "ballistic muffins inc"
there is a woman in a tan business suit on the plane with yellow curly hair and nails painted white who is drinking white wine and reading white pages in a book with a red cover
she is wearing a lot of makeup and smells like perfume from a department store
she and i have no made eye contact yet but i have looked at her and vice versa
some people call these sorts of situations awkward
i guess it's just disinterest
oh, who knows
