Christopher Lloyd
I imagine the plane exploding mid-air:
shatter of metal & couples holding hands
or, if not a blast, then the plane disappearing:
we dip into a cloud & fail to emerge
or, maybe we just cartwheel into the water:
pierce the sea textured like elephant hide
/
shadows buoy on the water’s surface so
far from where the clouds are suspended
the sun bounces off the cake-crust ocean
hardly believable that it’s moving & depthless
/
in the snug toilet, I take selfies in the warm
light to send to nobody in particular
/
the man next to me in tight jeans smells
of lavender & I lean slowly into him
from up here everything is so calm
you can only imagine the worst
/
we hit a pocket of unsteady air, the foam
& swell beneath us crashing in slow motion
Christopher Lloyd (he/him) is a writer and academic. His pamphlet, Pick Up Your Feelings, will be published in 2024 by fourteen poems. Chris is the author of poems, stories, and essays that have appeared in Action, Spectacle, PERVERSE, Fruit Journal, Lighthouse, &Change and elsewhere.
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