the plane was
shuddering, rolling, bouncing
in hot air currents
those two tacos from the
Barrio Queen airport kiosk
eaten in the bonus half hour delay
now danced in their stomach
we won’t use the barf bag,
we won’t, we won’t,
they silently screamed 
in their mind
to stave off the urge to upchuck
they imagined their dog Kelly
a short-legged mutt with knowing brown eyes
who’d given them such a look, and a wet, juicy kiss
when they left for the airport
immediate crisis averted,
they opened their Kindle
and dived into Dune,
stomach settled.