i want you to tangle your fingers in my fields of hair and daisies and pull me close to you like i am an oxygen mask and you are on a plane that is higher than you ever thought you'd be.

i don't want to go down screaming,
but i know if i looked out the window and the plane was on fire i'd be screaming the loudest-
some unearthly sound bellowing out from my h.pylori gut.
my mouth; wide open catching dust.
and what is that? "i guess that's fear", they would-
i can't do anything so i'm gonna pin back my ears and open my roundest hole and let it loose. let her rip. like a donkey.
like a sad sad reality that equals nothing,
just screaming and screaming and screaming and i can't do anything.
the plane is already going down.