15.04.04 - 3:05 p.m.

before i left for the airport i passed in
and out of consciousness, black like the end of
a tv show zeroing in on faces, objects until
they were gone, then blinking into a different scene.
she mightve seen it from the air, my sheet-white lips
and held her breath until landing in seattle
where she stepped onto carpet and immediately
declared youre pale; you have no color, your eyes are grey, youre
mom, im pale, its how i am. and hugging, struggling with carry-ons -
well, anyway.



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