It’s all good, you know, in this tin can in the sky.
They might feed you a funky croissant
Or an orange juice.
They might tell you what to do in case the plane lands in
water
The flight attendant might wear makeup or he might be gay
If you write prose poems on the plane, you get to wear a
blue button that says ‘Poet Aboard’
And if your eye mask is on the whole time
That’s okay
You will fly in mind wormholes the pilot does not yet
understand...
