after running through terminal after terminal after plane after plane—you grow a certain melancholy love for flying. the pinchers of whiskey and short glances out of the small window really gain appeal. life is fast. new words every week, new lessons every day, new moments every minute. you either learn to enjoy it, or suffer through the nights (perhaps both if you're lucky). bad and good aren't that bad and good. getting drunk at 3pm tastes a lot like a job promotion or a kiss by a lonely girl.

it's the cold heat of a bedroom that gets you. the bare *** of a ******* a poor beach; the sound of running water. the day is july 8th and i'm hungover in bed at 5pm. i tried to call her—no answer. it's always the wrong girls that appear on my couch, next to my shower curtains, lying in my covers. i think the sink is broken, but i haven't dare tried to fix it. maybe i should take out the trash—it's been piling up for weeks.

there's ugly in the world
hiding behind the doors of every
beaten path, of every opportunity
there's ugly in the world
deep in the veins of the cute
blonde girl with innocent turquoise eyes
there's ugly in the world
lying in the green meadows of
Yosemite, Yellow Stone, Sequoia
if you listen you can hear it
in between the sounds of violins and
piano keys ringing through the orchestra
if you look hard enough, you can see it
in between the teeth of the priests, bank tellers, liquor store owners, politicians
if you reach far enough, you can even feel it, on the diploma sheets, on the *******, on the empty wine glasses
do not beware the ugly
it's there when you shave, it's there when you drink, it's there when you get the mail, it's there when you sweep the floors,
it's there on Christmas, your wedding, your funeral
there is no escape from it
the sun is shinning, the grass is trimmed, a red checkered picnic cloth lays on the ground, her face looks at yours,
it's no different
do not beware the ugly
simply be aware