Stranger-girl's head skis onto my shoulder, where it/she
rests heavily. That deep sleep where you
wake up scared to end.
I tilt my head to her fine hair,
brain turning heat to sound. (A low thermal hum--
I catalogue it as Unexpected, Nice.)
This girl could be my daughter, despite
us not having talked all flight.
The seat belt signs in the cabin dark-blur
to hands, reaching. Lesson: How the pieces fit,
or would, if bodies were not made to stay
warm on their own.
Window seat across the aisle is set precisely half down.
Sunlight hasn't stretched itself out in my lap yet.
(Another passenger, added weight.)
The flight attendant catches me staring at Girl
Stranger, less strange, short curly hair, and
I had a child once.
Didn't stay warm.
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