the heart came on like a grey aunty

sun still shines through plane window panes

see orangeorb 30k ft closer

when the turbulence hits

it's the steward’s

fear:

“please fasten your seatbelts &

please place your trays in the

upright position please!!”

will he be sacked for that betrayal

of the air code?

the heart came on like a grey aunty

enervated by a jetlostjello jardin party.

will we join the sun?

    we don’t.

we joke about his fear

as blue skies return calm.

     joined in escape.

         & when we get down

there on the ground…

             

we’ll divide

& jettison the experience

appropriately