Having already been


                           (dirt, noise, gravity)

I choose to be


                           (light, air, weightlessness).

With a boarding pass

             With a pair of wax-and-feather wings

                          With a brand-new pilot’s license

I jump off the cliff

             I squeeze myself into the exit row

                           I shake hands with the navigator.

The pilot is a hero

             The pilot is a villain

                          I am the pilot.

I chart our path by hand

              I stare at light on clouds

                           I have two scotches and an Ambien.

I don’t ever land

            It’s just another commute

                          I laugh as my wings melt.