‘Always blue skies above the clouds’ he says.
‘Toldja’ as he motions out toward the window of the plane.
The skies are indeed blue.
His girlfriend asks
‘Do you reckon it’s scarier going up or when you land?’
He’s flicking through the menu pausing at the page with beer options. 10.59am. Too early?
I’m wondering if I’m scared.
I’m judging him for even considering a beer at this time.
I’m listening to the softest parts of my insides at 30,000ft. They ask
Where might you be?
What are you doing?
Last time I saw you you said you think of me everyday.
The clock in my body ticks slowly over toward my next second
And I wonder again if I should be scared.