Fear of Flying

You are surrounded by brick
I am behind glass
there are wide marble hallways
somewhere
that we are not allowed to
walk down
I go through a scanner
nothing beeps
still the eternal pat-down
the unloading of pockets
until there is nothing left of us
we tried so hard to fly
above the clouds such realization
that all of this was just
too late

Still Life

Just blooming, Amaryllis. Hand sanitizer, a bottle of corked Chianti to be returned. A bottle of liqueur - Pomegranate. The sound of my cat eating dry food. In the basement the furnace kicks in, all that dry heat sucking moisture out of everything. In the corner, a dead TV, red curtains through the window, nothing but pitch black. Astounded, I catch a reflection, one tomato left in a bowl in the kitchen.