in la, at my brother's
normally when i flyi am adamant about an aisle seat;
i watch the whole trip go by,
i do my watercolors
painting what i see out the window
(i love crop patterns)
and,
of course,
i take pictures
this trip...
i was in the center seat
and i spent the whole time
trying to get a handle
on unread email
consequently
i feel as if i was just plucked from ny
and dropped here
with no sense of having traveled
(except my ears are still fried)
it's a strange feeling
1 comment:
oh i see that did you good
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