Because I believe I must
provide for my family
I buy food at “Chili’s To Go” and
carry it onto the airplane
As it taxis on the runway
my beautiful little daughter
lifts a flaccid strip of cheesed chicken
in the pale light, and bites it
The clouds over Milwaukee
below us are blackish-purple
In the medium distance
Jesus Christ, in female form,
hovers with glowing hands
Bolts rain downward
in all directions
Jesus Christ electrocutes
every human in the United States
The pungent smoke from our bodies
floats over the oil
sands of Saskatchewan
The plane stays aloft, miraculously
my ghost drifts along the aisle
Because a ghost can only sense
a living human and not a ghost
my ghost is alone
It tries to direct the plane
to the North
to no avail
When it crashes
my ghost remains
near the wreckage
Passing its frilly hand
over the crispy remains.
omg this was so sexy!
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