He couldn’t get onto the plane
Or into the place he was
Trying to go
Tear down the room
I had his phone number
And his email stored in my phone
I stepped to the counter to
Help him get where he was going
In the end I’m not sure if it
Truly mattered they
Accepted it without
So many details
Strip it down
Shelling it out
Expose the inside
I handed back money
To another couple in line
Two hundred dollars and
A few more bills in change
As a gift to give later
Hold onto
They left me
Is it a jinxing
Hex me with a dirty eye
When I went to find them
In a giant market
To tell them they could keep it
They had already spent it
Like my trust
Intertwined
With no remorse
A disenchantment
Black magic
Is it too much giving
Do we resent receiving
Maybe we’re outjjnxed
© GÄ
Poétique 