Airport Security

It is a terrible thing to fall in love
with an airport security screener.
“Please remove your shoes,” she said,
“and place them in the bin.”
I stared at her, unable to speak,
smitten by the lilt of her voice.
“Sir,” she said,
“remove your shoes.”
Outside the snow fell like feathers.
All around me, anxious travelers
divested themselves
of precious jewelry.
I crawled onto the x-ray belt.
“Scan me,” I cried.
“Look into my heart.
See that I am an honest man!”