he was going to Chicagoland to be
with his sister
she was dying
his brother-in-law called and
told him to comeNOW. Yesterday. I’m sorry.
the plane was in a holding
pattern over Lake Michigan
he looked out the cabin window
he spied the evening star
he spied the moltenred purpling sunset
the evening star
the sun setting
Will we go round in circles he said to himselfqueued it in the MP3 player
he borrowed so he could listen to music while reading during the long flight Im tryin baby Im tryin Just our luckhuh
the craft tipped at a
fifteenmaybe more degree angle he was tipped up and looking down
around the wing black Lake Michigan then
an artificial aura then an amberlighted cityscape a grid eerie spikes of highrise
building lighted spokes running away to the suburbs a diminishing aura the black lake again
he didnt see other aircraft
lights either above or below
he was being to take it
personal
the airlines purposefully fucking with him
finally the cockpit a twatpit wouldnt have
fucked with him came over the PA and announced they were cleared to land and were beginning
their descent into O’Hare
they neglected
to advise the cabin how late their arrival was
Will we go round in circles
he only had carry-on and made a
beeline to the cab stand
the driver advised him that he was
going to pay a premium if he took him outside his consigned area
Drive
a ninety dollar ride not even a kiss he didnt
tip him
he piled in through the front
door as his brother-in-law opened it
his sister was comatose a couple
hours
their last words were during a phone
call on the weekend
she cried
I don’t want to die.
he anguished and wept too
I dont want you to die
they listened to each other cry
the last thing they said to each other
I will love you forever
Circles
1810, Day-between-Two-Ts, 29 8.
18
1422
or 222, Saturday – Happy Halloween, 31
10. 20
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