Landing Gear Down
the flight attendant
burned a passenger with hot coffee
and the large woman behind me
sneezed disease onto the back of my head
and the fragile man across the aisle
snore-drooled a puddle onto his serving tray
and the cranky baby
howled in a language unrecognized by the adults
and the starchy suit
shrugged off the troubling headlines
and the rasta wanna-be
dreamed of fields of ganja
and the fat lady sang her song
and the plane crashed
and everyone died
and I woke up
on a flight to somewhere else
to the screaming sound of a burned passenger
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