Day 25, Month 23
A continuation of ASIAFL
Staggered aboard a flight out of America
I go round the world just like particles in a chamber, though without a trace
Delta Connection connects people with planes
But separated Detroit from Atlanta
Her green shorts, she told me, were not green pants
All of which I will never see again
How I wish you were here
I had the courage to smuggle Time magazine
But not to speak to you
I’m a mess, just like America