from silent figures
who only ignore, observe, stare, and ogle
while papers and passport
warrant the usual identity frustration
tequila tangles today’s tiresome thoughts
after unfamiliar family pries
near confused recesses that are mine
and a relationship status change
deletes concrete aspirations
exhale exudes unexpressed exhaustion
no plane will leave behind
as it pierces the sky
bringing tomorrows ever closer
whether I’m ready or not
wheres the little thumbs up button on this thing?? damn? like the word play, love the last two lines. you have a nice intimacy in your poetry that tells a story about your days... ~abel
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