never enjoyed traveling
too far.
but i'm worse now.
it's the luggage
that bothers
me,
the cramped seats,
the flashing
seat belt sign
when turbulence
arrives.
i can
barely make
the three-hour drive
to the eastern
shore, to
Ocean City, to the boardwalk
and Thrashers
French Fries.
the plane
trip to France, or England
is hard.
Australia
is out of the question.
i could never
be an astronaut
on my way
to the moon
or mars. just
strap me in, send me up
then down.
that would be
enough, unless there's
an open
bar.
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