// Updraft
I buy my ticket just to sleep in steel-armed lounge chairs.
Not for the skies or smiles in killer-cupid red,
but led by signs and queues and laptops-liquids-group-four-
cabin-crew-prepare — I find no way to reach the raisin buns
in T-1. All doors retired to windows, outlines flow below
the wing, the tip blinks green. I lower, raise the blind.
From Nomadics, Mike's first poetry collection, coming in spring 2027.
Mike Ravdonikas is a poet based in Dubai. His writing developed in the airspace across New York, Helsinki, Singapore, Toronto, and Buenos Aires — and refuses to settle with him. In his spare time, Mike is the Chief Operating Officer of an amazing app you've probably heard about for some of the wrong reasons.
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