IN FLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT:

The man in the seat next to me sneezed & coughed his way
from St Petersburg to Moscow. I thought “oh-oh!”.
I flinched, waiting in the aisle to disembark every time
he sneezed & coughed on my back. Walking fast to baggage,
slaloming between wheelie bags to put some distance between
us he kept pace with me, sneezing & coughing close behind.
At the baggage carousel he moved to stand close to me, had I
been selected as a Guinea pig in a chemical experiment –
I moved away? He watched me, the ambivalence of his travelling
companion was odd – girlfriend?, nurse? She had remained
static throughout the flight as he leaned over her every time
he needed to cough & sneezed into a stained & wrinkled hankie.
I’ve been cultivating a familiar cough for two days, went to bed
last night, shivering, woke feeling nauseous, reminiscent of the
time I threw up during Two Months Off at the Hard Festival in
LA – that was a laugh.

Listening to ‘Beware the Fetish’ by Kasai Allstars – let the sun in.

(K)