on the airplane won't stop
talking.
we're thirty thousand
feet above
the planet.
he wants to know
who i am,
where i live, what i do
for a living,
but starts
talking about himself
first.
he shows me pictures
of his children,
his wife,
his grandkids.
he tells me about the
gallstone
operation
he had last year.
then on to the fish he
caught
in Montana, with
his wife.
he rolls up his sleeve
and shows me
where
a dog bit him
on his arm, and asks
if i think it
looks infected.
finally he takes a breath,
and says
your turn.
to which i say
witness protection
program.
finally he pushes his
seat back,
and closes his eyes.
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