I found a version of myself
in an airport gift store
stuffed for comfort
and worn to the point of bleeding
by fingers that penetrated eyes
or mouth in search of a souvenir
for their travel
later I woke to the pillow hanging
from my neck, crying
on a flight I didn’t book
all of those years and all of those fingers
and bulging skin
relegated to stretching to accommodate
more polyester fiberfull