May your body
fit through the eye of a needle.
A jetliner is a strange tomb.
Coral will cover it up eventually.
In an air-pocket a tube of lipstick
and three tiny Seagrams bottles bob and float.
Cigarettes remain in your purse
never to be smoked.
May the ocean currents
empty your pockets of spare change and keys.
Air-travel anxiety blockers gave you
an otherworldly calm.
A bubble escapes your mouth
to slide up your cheek.
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