and we plan to arrive in our flip flops.
When the plane loads from A8
all the lost people wedge to middle seats.
We change our surrender
because there is nothing to whisper. Never another
layover in Dallas, a hotel by the Denny’s,
a coupon for hash browns. I cannot Texas
in Fort Lauderdale. Cannot earthquake the math
of the jungle. No liquid
or gesture would soothe our endeavoring.
Still, there’s the epidemic.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lauren Camp is the author of three books, including One Hundred Hungers (Tupelo Press, 2016), which won the Dorset Prize. Her poems have appeared in many journals, including Split This Rock, Poetry International, Boston Review, North American Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, and the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day. Other literary honors include the Margaret Randall Poetry Prize, the Anna Davidson Rosenberg Award, prizes from RHINO, and Western Humanities Review, and a Black Earth Institute Fellowship. She is a staff writer for Poets Reading the News and a producer/host for Santa Fe Public Radio. www.laurencamp.com