The Borders at the Philadelphia International Airport

After an anxiety attack during the worst week in recent memory
We're going on a bear hunt
the widower, with child
an amber alert we noted
from the highway we imagined
our seat-belts off

the retarded girl
screaming laughs, arms
from blue wheelchair
"I haven't seen them
thinking about you..."

Home is senseless
(due to caring being
impossible/despair mounting)
the courteous panic
of a collision course

the heart assimilates the bones
as you ring blood from your work-socks