the flight attendant’s beat
travel never seemed
so useless
what’s even immune
in protest
hearing things
seated
dogged possessed
dreaming arrival
where the country dogs
are sleeping
across the street running
from the country’s music
portioned, positioned under
the clouds recording,
holding out for a new
command, a heavy
garden
until then
swept
*
sleeping
*
beaten
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