Yesterday,
the sign in the airport
read
‘Recombobulation Area’
after we’d been
assessed at the molecular level
for explosives, liquids,
lethal knitting needles,
and the possibility of
a hidden blunderbuss

So we sat down
and obediently re-established
our pocket wealth,
tied our shoes,
rearranged our molecules,
and strapped back on
any undetected emotional weapons
of self-protection
we’d manage to conceal
with our taciturn smiles