So you are leaving now. Maybe you will sit on the plane next
to a fat man who apologetically belches and spills over into your seat like the
wine from your glass, or a baby who pleasantly surprises you by sleeping all the way through to the refuelling in Hong Kong, as wizened and peaceful as a nut. Sadly they later wake up, look at you and howl mercilessly until their mother gags them with sugar. You wonder
why they are crying so hard until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the
window. You haven’t realised but when you kissed me for the last time I took a
piece of you with me, it was your top lip (I was always fond of it) and your
teeth gleam frighteningly in your mouth, like miscarried justice. Good thing
you got travel insurance; did you read the fine print though?
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