I'll Be Her Bruise

I said I had to turn my phone off,
even though I have never turned my phone off
for a flight for as long as
I have had a cellular telephone.

I took a xanax and turned to The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
turbulence be damned by my mouth
and my future son,
for I am not destined to die with these people.

I cross your beautiful roman features
and I am never eager to shut your eyes,
but keep them open and steady your ears
to our irresistable luxury, our animal.

airplanes land, sometimes,
tell me your thoughts on sleeping liberty,
your gorgeous thighs are marionettes,
yesterday we talked so long about your favorite song.

the windows are open
and winter is depressed to begin,
because waking up without you
is like drinking from an empty cardboard box.

I may have been a liar
and I know I have been a fool-hearted fool,
a blue-wallet bastard belonging to your love,
with joy and regret and violas and the sniffles, but I hum for you perfect.