Thoughts While Waiting For The Zurich-to-Chicago

Square in the path of the jet lag stun gun,
Headed for a pillow filled o’ subletter’s shunned,
Shaken shook-off dead skin mess,
Maybe hints of perfume, hair of seducer chest.
Back to the full flight, US-bound plane
Calibrated to tighten screws again:
People I see look like people I know,
The average waistline, I’m way below,
From a full-pockets blazer he sighs out stress—
I don’t want to be in America yet.
Unisex-dressed women, sporty, sloppy men,
Do we need to rehash fashion again?
Flatter yourself, then share it around,
Guys, don’t expect fishnets with your cuffs on the ground.
No off-the-shoulder sweater’s getting wedged behind a headboard
’less you wear that denim with the measure you were set for.
I don’t know, speculating a bit—
Surely much more gets zipped zippers unzipped.
But remember, if it weren’t for the opposite sex,
We’d all be big and plain-looking, like government checks.

Photo by thecolourblue.