Tagged: elbows

this morning’s elbows

this morning’s elbows
wake up sour, waiting for me
to give them a new

placement in the randomized
assignments of limbs on bed


fear of flying, part 1
why do pilots always have old
elbows, twin crabapple knots
like eyes winking at you as
their strong shoulders grow
smaller into the jet bridge –
bodies that return home after
five days in the skies, just
in time to chide the children,
“you think i don’t have eyes
in the back of my head?”