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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4234 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Where are you going Mia What we are waiting for is the next flight out of this city then the next, and the next the thrill of being— second in line. Ticketed and ID’d, stamped and processed bags checked and rechecked next time— pack only lingerie, tampons, prophylactics, whips, chains handcuffs, gels; then, watch their faces go through a rolodex of emotions seconds before a collision of buzzers, bells and hair whistles. Wading through this vast sea of abandoned bodies left standing—just standing there, a row of black birds trapped in their faces two empty sockets for eyes. Some of them are on their way to the Bahamas, already sipping on tropical drinks beneath umbrellas the size of small canaries. Yes, we can all agree it is warm in Key Largo, Acapulco Athens, anywhere Exotic, but you are not there. Some of us just want to go home. |
