Airport ESP.

Black backpack
Down the gold flecked
petroleum floor, plastic wheels
Moving like milk over ice
In my 7 dollar iced mocha
And I realize my clairvoyance:

I can see women lives.
(domestic flights only)

1. The one with the curly bob
Betty Boop but after women's studies
With the diamond stud in her nose
Puffy lime vest with homemade propaganda
buttons from
A school garden; an equal sign
And the tiny americano
held up over recycled shoes--no cows

She's going back to Portland, OR
Back to her one floor Victorian
house the kind with a serious girlfriend
On the pink porch
holding a beer they brewed Themselves
Sun faded pray flags wave in her welcome.

2. The two teenagers with
White gold earrings shimmering
Under the river of blow dried hair
Laying lightly over their gray speckled
Sweatshirts--
They are going back to Washington.
To their small liberal arts college
Where they are both studying
Psychology with a minor in Business
Except one of them really wants to write
Poetry and Shes the one the guy
Actually likes.

3. Two bloated women,
sausage skinned
One fried egg hair
The other with a grown out crew cut
Sitting squatly in her wheel chair
A mouth like a toad.
The lady who stands is the daughter
In a blouse that looks more like
kitty scrubs, dental hygienist uniform.

Her brother lives here
With his kids and his wife and the pool
So they came to visit,
But now they are flying back to
Minnesota.
Back to their mothball house, with the dead lawn
and Mom hasn't been doing so well
The passed few years,
but Barry is too busy to pitch in.