the airport

the luggage tag
splattered,
grape juice
pouring,
bracelets from birth
rusted.

everything remembered
from my last and only day
watching dogs across Naha
rest their heads on sidewalk curbs
and shrugging away cemented chewing gum.

soda machines
lit,
cosmetics posters
falling,
brittle twigs
struck.

the best chocolate milk
chilled in an aluminum can
to surpass all nimble timidity
fluttering several halfhearted meters
above plastic chairs pitted and glowing red.

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