As a kid, I never understood
the curvature trailing behind planes
as they soared across the blue sky.
the curvature trailing behind planes
as they soared across the blue sky.
The ones flying away from me
drew white, downward entrails:
it looked like they were falling.
drew white, downward entrails:
it looked like they were falling.
At recess, I sat in the sandbox,
mourning for passengers
who were perfectly safe;
mourning for passengers
who were perfectly safe;
digging and
digging
‘til the bell rang.
digging
‘til the bell rang.
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