Sunday, 18 November 2012
At the end of our little flight
- right among the scrambling moments
when people panic, stand and panic again
(grabbing their luggage) a lovely girl
twirled and kissed her handsome boyfriend
- open mouthed like a hungry fish
unhinged her jaws and swallowed head,
shoulders, torso, then his legs.
She looked around and gulped down a fatter girl,
whole, and formed a bigger plan for dinner
- wings and fuselage, engine, petrol, oil,
all inside her belly, masticated.
Frustrated now, she turns her beady eye
towards the airport, city – walks along and hugs her belly, sighs.