Waiting for a cute but scary tiny prop plane
to take me to Vieques
the couple across from me is drinking
beer they hid in a waxy Coke cup
I try not to listen or look– they are
all over each other
she says: my mother is living her best life–like me
he says: my mother only cares about summer squash and peonies
I surprise myself:  I live for my peonies–I like your mom better.