the planes
pass low overhead
shaking
me from my
fevered reverie

inside the
protective bubble
of my car
i try not
to think of
frozen fecal matter
on the bottom of
the flight from
dubai as it
scatters
a grotesque pollen
in the gray skies

just a ray
of fucking sunshine
on a dismal day
stuck in the
afterglow of
finishing a tale
and the prospect
of the next
tantalizingly
glimmering
an oasis in
this open sewer
just north of
the airport