Airplane Liminal

I’m never actually asleep
on an airplane
I only halfway disappear
with the cool air of
100 other sardines
breathing on me
My eyes are closed, sure
but I can feel every lumberjack
brushing by, leaning tower like,
inches above my face
for their confined travel errands
I’m right here
I’m anywhere else
making epiphital connections
under the hood
I’m wearing a hood
and my headphones faint the roar
in two worlds

The lady next to me is a Dr
I know because I’m a spy
and the font on her laptop is set
to outer space

I unlocked a memory
of my ex
calling me by my whole name
and i let it in

The couple on my other side
doesn’t understand how headphones work
I could help
but I don’t feel like talking
in my liminal state