Staring Night Series: Confiscated Postcards
We never stepped on the plane
that trip handed over to parallel what-if rifts
a boarding pass jammed up a gumball machine dispenser
murmurs of the potential and hypothetical
boiled down to a syrup, matted sticky congeal
we still have each other; a flat weekend vacuum-sucked
a bottled best regards catching the dust of the inert
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