to the ex
president on the plane,
on the way to
the island.
he looked anxious,
happy,
rubbing his hands together,
staring out
the window.
he kept yelling out, are
we there yet?
are we almost there?
his flip flops
were tapping
on the floor
and his face was all red.
he wasn't wearing
a shirt and had on a bathing
suit with
a towel around
his shoulders.
he couldn't sit still.
my friend Lisa was with
me. she was in a master
class for full body
acupuncture and studying
to be a massage therapist
at NYU.
i was her guest.
i whispered to Lisa,
whatever you do when we
get there,
don't put on that black beret
in your bag, okay?
please, no beret.
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