I cried on an airplane last week.

It wasn't much different from crying on the purple line, (sorry, the D line),

not much different from crying on the 4X south bound express,

not different from the backseat of mom's red volvo station wagon.

I cried on an airplane last week.

I couldn't tell you what model the plane was, (it was a boeing plane),

couldn't tell you when we became airborne,

couldn't say why I cried.

I cried on an airplane last week.

what what

what what is a prompt for you, dear reader, that I ask you to indulge me in. let me waste a little of your time.

what did you cry about?

what was the last time you cried? what about? what do you think you look like when you cry? what do you wish you could cry about? what is your favorite place to cry?

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