“Whenever possible,” said Chase,
“zoom with your feet.”
It was tempting to only go as close
as the airport lounge could get you,
drinking wine coolers like a Spy.
But you can’t abide there
in Abu Dhabi or Seoul,
You have to go through customs,
To speak the language,
“Sawasdee krub,”
to dwell, like the Word,
among them in the flesh,
Because after all, you can’t live
duty-free.
Adam G. Fleming 