mile high

when you lean your head against the wall
of the plane you hear it for what it is: a ball
of metal hurtling like a crazed insect. it’s easier
to say things out loud at 30,000 feet: how seeing
me naked doesn’t excite you anymore, how we put
our hands on each other by default because it’s what
people in love do. from above the mountains
look like some sort of reptile–the back of a giant lizard.
i imagine falling from the edge of the wing like a seed:
not light enough to float, not heavy enough to fall straight
down. instead i drink ginger ale and look for snow.
what a stupid luxury this life is.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s