nomadic | poem

poetry

red eye

on a plane, on a plane rising
the hostess refuses to smile;
they won't sell me drink for the whole flight back to Europe

dear neutered body
say hello to a hail mary state of mind.

a sedate window view
of an out of reach dreamer,
pour into me.
it is now the hour to say goodbye.

we were always falling like stars
between clouds that formed a final breath.
the other knew the other
too well.

how you can be volatile and not know.
I shape a heart from a headphone lead
toast a cup of warm water
to no one
to anyone who feels this particular.

the final act
of a born run away
moving through the world at good speed.