No One Wants to Fly to Brussels on a Saturday

By | 30 June 2008

Here we are again.

Alone in the stale air of the airport terminal
we passed each other
a collection of blank glances.

Up here anything seems possible.

'Do you have any hobbies?'

'Anchovies,' she replied.

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