Cloudy day curls like lint in my headphones boarding gate blinks in morse code: *brace* I slip into a rented dreamland treading conveyor belts made of sighs Traffic cone body stationed by the window soft-spoken, fluorescent, begging not to exist Lady in 12B taps my shoulder with biscotti news I nod like a broken antenna, praying for silence I'm a ghost frequency bleeding through wires a borrowed song leaking out too real An almost-invisible blip on your radar waving no flags, breathing no demands Bluetooth betrayal: my music shouts my name Heads swivel; I shrink into bright plastic shame Armrests colonized by neighboring elbows dreamland flickers, gates rearrange themselves If invisibility were an airline, I'd miss the boarding call If bravery were baggage, I'd still pack too light I practice silent landings inside my skin traffic cone peeling itself back into fog I'm a ghost frequency bleeding through wires a borrowed song leaking out too real An almost-invisible blip on your radar waving no flags, breathing no demands Borrowed faces hum through speaker cracks a warning swallowed by boarding calls I fake sleep, dream of being unremarkable earbuds soldered deep enough to reach the marrow
