Airport Security

bounds down the tarmac carrying all the bags
it has ever confiscated from you & flinging the contents
into the air like parade confetti. Airport Security prefers
that you do not joke about crude subject matter
such as your bedroom or America, but examined
all the dildos in your checked luggage real carefully.
Airport Security drunkenly stalked you on social media
for six hours last night & woke up with its face pressed
into the keyboard, the red imprint of the keys on its cheek,
& drool all over its chin. It definitely wrote you a long heart-felt message
that it thankfully never sent (but saved as a word doc
in a folder titled “CAT PICS”). Airport Security misses you,
can’t you tell? Did you get Airport Security’s mixtape?
It’s about your time together. You know, that time at Logan Airport
where you couldn’t get your shoes off fast enough
& held up the whole line & they glared at you
but it was really a sign that they could tell
how much you care about Freedom. Our Freedom. Together.
You can ride off into the sunset on a golf cart with Airport Security.
It can win you a giant unicorn at the fair. It will confiscate the unicorn
because all stuffed unicorns are filled with drugs & terrorism
& you can’t bring that shit on a plane. It will slit its belly open
with a knife, spilling the polyester beads everywhere
& you will keep finding them stuck in your shag rug
months later, long after you’ve stopped responding
to Airport Security’s texts, long after you decided
that it wasn’t worth flying in the first place.

About Sophia Holtz

Sophia Holtz is a writer, performer, and sometimes-illustrator. She has performed her poetry in bars, colleges, and the occasional basement throughout the United States. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in RHINO, decomP, Consequence, and Muzzle, among others. She tweets @sophillazilla and her website is

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