confession

with my 4:30 flight i could have seen florence, but instead i ate bread and cheese at debbie's
lace-covered table and watched mtv.

i am having the sort of day when music videos make me sentimental
so i caught the next bus to the airport -
i'm three hours early,
my flight's not on the board yet,
the ticket counter is closed.

but here are all the people doing airport things:
hailing taxis, looking hopeful, sleeping, carrying children.
going to an airport is a tremendous act of faith.

the woman on the radio on the bus sang last night a d.j. saved my life
and i believed her.