I took my dirty laundry to your place.
The dryer sounded like a jet engine
As my mind counted paper boxes,
A playset with trays set in the upright position
And the cabin crew seated for taking off
Layers of insecurities
Much more than a fear of heights.
My ribs imploded under the weight of your eyes.
First period alarm clocks, spin dry complete,
No cruising altitude in a stiff window seat,
Just a new smell of clothes, no longer my own
Folded pages now smaller, but in depth they had grown.