Air Hankie

Flinders St West Ramp

i spat out the window

(the window was down this time)

into the breeze

i was driving

so

both

my sixty kilometres per hour

and the crazy wind that day

caused it hang

in a gap in time

and in that moment

in time

it was there

i saw something beautiful

it was truly

a sight to behold

for a split second

this ugly expulsion

this bronchial explosion

from my lungs

from my throat

from my nose

hung in the air

resplendent

a ghost made

of the finest shimmering silk

a web made

of refracted light

an almost angelic apparition

a momentary glimpse

of a demure chaotic beauty;

something so ugly

so grossly repugnant

so utterly repulsive

so socially unacceptable

comprising of wind

manipulated,

stretched

and buffeted,

mucous

spittle,

phlegm

and other oral fluids

i wiped my bottom lip

and smiled