like snakes on ladders
we scuffed with sleep eyes
toward the morning shifts in blue.
their hands were masked,,
their hair was sleek.
we share part holes with bunk mates
without remembering their smell
or the way they sigh in their sleep.
we have meetings and engagements
and these are all just technicalities.
my seatbelt suffocates me
and i am afraid to bush my row comrades
reading the magazines
and snoozing between announcements
and refreshments.
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