notes from the plane.

37,000 feet

a darkness crept in from the corner of her vision.

i pushed through a mass of sweat beaded on bodies under

gentle denial

i am a heart shaped blob on pluto

i waited until you were online

lazy, lilting,

I melt.

Midnight dawns.

I am slippery, gullible,
sizing up the black street
cross-legged, indian sitting
kind of  hypochondriac.

Artificial bright lights,
no breeze only blank air

there is no itch i won’t scratch.

why don’t i believe in god?


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