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Skipping Boulders by Anonymous

  • Sep 29, 2022
  • 1 min read

I know a woman

who will not fly

except in planes

three seats next to

five seats next to

three


She will not fly

in narrow steel tubes,

darts tossed casually

across a map


They are likely to slip

from the sky,

she worries.

They are too thin

too small

too light

to fly well at all


She is comfortable

only in the belly

of great wrought

whales,

hundred eyes along

their spines,

their innards crammed

with people

sipping liquor

and reading the paper

 
 

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