(Heathrow) (Sicilia 52)

parties are much more interesting than this
at 3 in the morning
the adult yawns I recognize
the slouched heads and passed out bodies, yes.

but these aren’t fueled by alcohol or drugs.
the bug we’ve all caught is exhaustion.
the sleep awaits from changing currencies
looking up local news
getting lost in the pages of native language books.
and Sicily, oh yes, and all these other once
destinations
we’ve decided to make ours.

my skin breaks
no washrooms are yet ready.
my head aches
no tylenol currently vended anywhere.
but my love won’t break,
I cherish this journey more than anything else in the world.