Friday, May 27, 2011

Purple Dreds

I imagine the aging punk lady
with the purple dreds
slowly unlacing her knee-high boots
taking out the spiky earrings one by one
as the line lengthens behind her
at the airport security

But it's me holding up the line
forgetting to take off my sandals, belt
I drink my water, still beeping
I'm stood up in front of a giant X-ray machine
my sweaty palms dabbed by the guard
in a mysterious ritual

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