this poem was €45

when i complained to you that people don’t see my flaws i hadn’t meant for the world to rearrange itself into a classroom where i’d relearn my inadequacies

like this morning when, after 2 hours of glorious sleep, i realised that i had forgotten to check-in for my 6am flight
and got to the airport in a panicked frenzy having already explored twice the corporate cinematography of what could go wrongs and 5 whys and reckless liabilities

and while queuing, humble yet dignified, for my airport check-in
i saw this guy who could’ve been our father throwing a fit and getting handcuffed by the police and taken away head first, his oversized luggage strewn open across the high-traffic floor

when i got to the check-in counter she reminded me that i should’ve done that online and that i’d have to pay an airport check-in fee and that there aren’t many seats left on my flight so we’d have to hurry
which only added to the warm pile of rumbling ashes on top of my head

and as i darted through the endless crowd of red-eyed dreamers to find the pay desk across from check-in counter 52 where i was to face my liability 
she offered me the greatest act of kindness this morning could contain

“i got you a window seat” she said and wished me a safe flight