We maintain a critical distance
from the sad spaniel gentlemen
in cravats
on the plaid duvet
at the Custom Hotel,
Los Angeles.
We are so over it.
We fly
from terminal
to terminal
almost endlessly.
We are almost
money.
We can wait
at high speed.
 
Copyright 2010 by Rae Armantrout. Used by permission of the author.

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