airplane
raze
i
hear
low_flying_planes
all
the
time
now
,
passing
over
my
house
.
i
always
think
they're
about
to
crash
.
they
make
a
sound
i
know
from
the
movies
of
my
childhood
—
the
sound
of
something
falling
and
failing
and
moaning
a
death
song
.
i
wait
for
the
tip
of
a
wing
to
rip
through
the
roof
,
turning
all
of
this
to
rubble
and
dragging
me
down
to
the
lowest
load
bearing layer,
but
what
i'm
hearing
is
never
the
sound
of
an
ending
.
it's
the
whir
of
wings
that
won't
be
moved
, reminding
me
how
easily
this
all
could
end
and
how
lucky
i
am
to
be
here
.
211020
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go
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