another flight
1 min readNov 24, 2023
I.
i miss you, we say. then i climb the plane to somewhere. baby, i can’t touch you with all this elevation.
II.
maybe the tears are hormones — triggered by a thing
partly woman. i’m mostly aching, aching for you.
i want to crawl inside you; make a home in you.
i’d stand out in the sun for you. lick the desert
floor for miles. tell me you need me, too — this bad.
III.