Some who never feel loved keep traveling.
They sense that an airplane will change their fate
By separating them from gravity.
They say goodbye to air and pebbles when boarding.
Strapped down
They must go on living because they have scores to settle.
And when the wings tremble, suddenly they love to talk to God.
Chatter like I tell you:
“Thank you for the candle colors folding inside the wax.”
I loved the shadow and being away from shouting girls at school.
This went on at a lowering frequency.