coming from amsterdam airport
means they have to make us wait to get sniffed by a black labrador,
seemingly more interested in new friends than old roaches
"get 'em boy, find it! find it!" the policeman urges
as i walk past in line with lots of old people
in the baggage claim,
the reeking smell of dogshit.
i somehow open up my fingers -
they're bleeding
why clean it? it's pretty.
i leave a trail of love in detroit inter/national.
Seated, ready to depart,
at a window
a white minivan pulls up beside the plane, a driver emerges and extracts a single container of ice and carries it over toward the plane.
and as i watch,
another white minivan pulls up beside the plane, a different driver emerges and extracts a single container of ice and carries it over toward the plane.