“are we there
yet?”
they have no
concept of time
at this
age. they built a camp
and hide there,
under the airplane seats.
half way in the
air
me and my
daughter,
nursing red wine
in plastic cups,
one kind for
all,
makes life
simple.
drink it or not
we read Chekhov,
one story at the
time,
taking our
turns.
migraine.
half a time
before landing
c:Nina K
Orlovskaya 5/28/2012 revised
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