“SOUTHWEST AIRLINES FLIGHT #2003” by Cortney Lamar Charleston

The eyes have it: weight, such that they can’t even roll. This is one of those moments when I should probably listen to my body but you know how it goes when someone talks too much for your taste (coffee, sir?). There’s lots of work to do today. There’s money to be had and even more easily lost like a sensible child to the pursuit of higher learning after high school. Time is really something, isn’t it? Death is entirely something different, but I don’t believe in dying in the sense that I haven’t done it yet, so I’m unsure if I can. I’m rather incompetent when it comes to handling important matters and a de facto doctorate in the trivial; I’m always the trial and I’m always the error. If ever I’ve felt content, maybe even happy, it was a glitch. And then it was gone. ————————————– Cortney Lamar Charleston called us from Jersey City, NJ. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast