resistance to change is consistent
with the unknown comes
the anxiety, the fear
imbedded in human nature
found at the corner of each turn yet
refused at each glance

I feel the whisky stains
on both of my cheeks sitting in 1B
he gave me my shot in a martini glass
apparently on Wednesdays at 10 am
people have better things to do
he figured I was afraid of heights
the irony of alcoholism

with the trillions of micro thoughts
and subconscious nonsense
realness sometimes squeezes through
mostly things like
tall grass in the wind
even at the center of a runway
will make me feel at home
more than anything else could
just for a fraction of a second
why can't that be enough?
for a fraction of a second
it is