Sleeper

The man next to me on the plane is sleeping
Trapping me in the window seat.
The urge to pee begins to
Nag.
I work to ignore it and
Refuse a drink from the whispering flight attendant
For fear it will worsen my condition.
I am sure he will wake soon,
Can't snooze coast to coast.
At least he's a quiet sleeper,
No snores,
No drool.
His head, beanie pulled down over his eyes,
Is turned toward me,
Mouth slightly open.
I don't fault him for his rest,
But am annoyed he never turned off his phone,
As if it would actually bring down the plane.
I think about maneuvering over him,
Stepping carefully, balancing, trying not to wake him.
I doubt that will work.
The bathroom open light is illuminated,
Green,
Inviting,
Mocking,
Taunting me with promise.
Still, I wait,
My eyes filling,
Staring into my anonymous companion's
Open mouth.

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 Photo: Poem Fix

Tired

I'm tired, are you?
Yes, I'm very tired.
I can't remember when I've been so pooped.
Me, too.
But I'm not that tired.
It's OK.
I mean I'm never that tired.
Yeah, but I'm tired so no problem.
I won't be tired if you don't want me to but you look tired, too.
I am.
Because you said you were tired.
Yawn.
See? I knew you were tired.
Yeah.
We need to work on not being tired, right?
I know.
If you're not tired . . .
It's OK, I'm beat.
Let's not be tired tomorrow.
For sure.
Really?
Really.
Promise?
Promise.
I'm feeling good about tomorrow.
Definitely.
It's a plan then.
I'm there.
Me, too, only right now I'm tired. Hello?  Hello?

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Photo by Dori