Planes That I am in Do Not Crash

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Planes That I am in Do Not Crash

Sophie B. Hawkins
Toward Lethe
Window Box
Planes That I am in Do Not Crash
First, Inferno (i).

We recognize truths at first
as those things that happen to someone else,
our hands clutched on the armrest
a skein like the one our bodies will become
at the hotel when we arrive –
never once thinking
we could become a fatality
when the nose dives toward earth,
and the fireball roars through the cabin
disappearing – pouf – so quietly,
the charred gravel of your hand bones
mixed, indecipherably, with mine.

AuthorMelissa Fondakowski
2018-08-21T17:23:32+00:00 March 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 31|0 Comments