Monday, 27 August 2012

Don't Wait For Me at the Airport

and waiting.
Don't wait for me at the airport.
Greet me embarrassed in my dishevelment and frustration,
having grovelled, having been low as a dog on my belly at the border. I am at my worst
at the border. I'm at my worst under the baton.
Don't remember me as obedient.
Don't remember me as subject.
Don't remember me at the airport.
Remember me free. Don't ask
me how I bought the ticket.
Don't ask me how my flight was.
Bitch I dropped into
your life from another planet

New York, August 2011