A cough cough chorus of a sickly bunch,
germs fly as we do.
We’re all bunched in, no room to move when eating lunch.
**** a cherry drop so your head won’t pop.
We are nowhere going somewhere,
we have to keep on telling ourselves.
The weight of a cold increases with gravity.
Puffed eyes swollen, greasy hair,
like a drowned fish I too breathe poison.
The food *****
back to the cherry drop,
back to the ground.

Landing’s like submerging from dank water,
I need air, I need air, I need air.
Invisibly delectable
droplets of juice on an apple.

The word oxygen is refreshing.

My legs walked me onto the plane
to my 3ft square.

Like cogs in a clock, we gathered in time.