Wonder how many people are going to search Google for an image of a Renault Twingo, haha. True story this.
The photo is an actual photo of the breakfast i serve at my guesthouse.
it’s funny ‘cuz i served a pilot for Korean Air
& he was completely normal
: he didn’t go from A-B with arms extended like a Boeing 747
purring take-off sounds out
the pinched bottom of his throat, guttural as an owl
—nor did he request his omelet
served in a foil tray, with sachets
of salt & pepper.
another bloke, face like uneaten pudding
with his wife, cute face & bob cut, like a Renault Twingo
—she’s overcast, like those days when cloud coddles
Jeju & the scenery escapes notice, not quite fog
but near enough— stirs her coffee, transposes her worry
from within to those dissolving… sugar granules
—if i got inside her worry i’d cut the brake cables.
they have a child
trying to etch in their silence
remarks like a farmer’s tractor
failing to start.