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Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who are proud of their immunity to spicy food

 

“You call this spicy?!”

 

"Excuse me, could I have some chilli sauce?"

 

Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who take off their shoes, lift up their hands, organise the trays.

 

They want to collaborate.

 

Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who want to do their full body scan RIGHT.

 

Who feel accomplished when the security stand does not beap.

 

But if it does,

it's ok, too.

 

They spread their legs

and smirk at their partner as the officer’s hands slide down their thighs.

 

Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who painfully hand over their moisturiser.

Who’s gate closing time is their gate opening time.

Who carry their passports

but rarely get to show it

as they cross countries and seabeds and stretches of land.

 

Tender surrender

by those

who witness the collapse of air-travel glamour

when the airport staff folds a portable duty free stand

in the middle of the night

while they wait for a flight information announcement.

 

Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who will give the dissolving profession of stewards their desired attention

when they do instructions in incomprehensible English

on what to do in case of an emergency.

 

Tender surrender

to the airport security

by those

who won't clap at the end of the flight,

who are making life decisions

while looking over the sunset

through someone else’s window.