Calgary customs dissected my heart,
opening handwritten notes
collected in my wallet,
unpacking my clothes, and cycling
through photographs and phone
calls like a gossip.
I was whittled down to my marrow
and brother to a guitarist with
his pockets out too.
The empty airport exhaled when I,
like a stray, limped outside
in search of sanctuary.
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Monday, September 24, 2012
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