air hostess

January 10, 2009
she walks past me again.

flashes me a smile, and then
at the guy across the aisle

i am restrained from the verge
of strangling him only by the
cold realization that no part
of that smile is sincere or personal

she hides how insipid it all is to her.
i hide how irregular it all is to me.

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