Shoot Down the Plane
When you wake up, I will take you out for smoothies and if you’re still hungover after we can watch the sunday movies with your feet upon my lap and your favorite blanket wrapped around your head, like a Russian doll – a memory that soon dissolves into a happy dream and tesselates back to awake but this time I’m asleep:
He’s right, I think – I hate to say –
they will shoot down the plane.
FICTION 