Taxi to the runway closest to the water, so you feel like you might just tip into the Long Island Sound, ascend into a storm so big it doesn't fit on the radar, it shakes you all the way to South Carolina. You emerge like Dorothy, shaking off the dust and stepping blinking into the ocean. What are you doing here? What did you come to find? The hotel room is larger than your apartment, the sea is wilder than your thoughts at night, you think perhaps if you let yourself go to the whims of the Universe, eventually it will give you wings.
You stay awake much longer than you mean to.
The Universe might swing by in the night,
and you'll want to be here when it does.
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