(Written on a Calvin Klein “‘Escape’ for men” ad)

 

I could die now

and it would be over,

this ride, this traffic of

bodies landing and floating.

 

It would be ok.

I’d die, ablaze, jet fuel

cleansing my bones of meat,

my eyes two sunny-side ups,

bacon on the side,

 

and all would be forgiven,

forgotten,

turned into distance

and ascent,

sort of like how it is now

in this seat, aboard this

plane flying with no purpose

except to return home.