never try to write a story about being in an airport bathroom
everyone will misunderstand your airport bathroom for an airplane bathroom
the smell of your beery shit in the lav, me next to you, I don’t know you yet
but your smell, we’ll sit next to one another on the plane, I’ll be afraid to come
out to you, you and your Christianity all reeking, so full of indignation, I couldn’t
confront myself here in the state I can’t get married, so I smiled, pretended I
wasn’t dating anyone, you so smug with your pillow and blanket, someday
I will write a poem about you and your hungover face.