LAX

He sits in the LA airport
and studies couples and wonders:
how did we
ever look? Bored? Disconected?
Ever
in love? Did I, he wonders,
look to be looking? Did men look
at her and think
she could
be had? and how? Did she look
have-able at someone? He thinks: “I
never knew to look,” and “Just where are
all these
people going? And to see what?
Or
whom?” Jingle Bells plays
and he thinks: “How odd to hear
‘one-horse open sleigh,’ here,
in LA.”