Allez Retour

You'll never make that connection, she says, and you know she is right. I can put you on the first flight out in the morning. So you take your bags, your new slip of airfare paper and make your way back through Queens. The streets smell of unknown foods, the store signs in strange symbols; you think perhaps you do not need to move to the ends of the earth--it's enough just to move to Queens. New York is your pearl, again it redeems itself and you never doubted it would.

A voice travels to you from across the ocean, with that velvety lull to it that softens your resolve and makes you smile at the ceiling. You vow to save your pennies.

Whatever happens,
an airplane ticket can save your life,
every time.