first drafts.

newark airport

in the meditation room blue carpet tiles, melamine pulpit rubber baseboard. jesus and his tabernacle in one corner buddha in another. a man rushes in. he is a tall, muscular man, with a marine’s buzzcut. he pauses, finds jesus and genuflects, remembering to remove his hat. his urgency and heavy breathing makes me wonder if he just robbed the Scanalizer kiosk outside, or blew his christian seed in a bathroom stall and regrets it