The airport bathroom was nicer than
some apartments I have lived in.
Rolling out a no touch, fresh sheet
to rest upon and flushes when I stand.
Only here, I still have to clear security
over and over.
There was is no attendant to tell me that
I come before my child
when it comes to oxygen.
Now I huff and only breathe
air on my side of the room.
I don’t have a pilot to take pride
in landing on a shortened runway,
but gunfire at my feet if I come
within ten feet of the outer wall.