flight simulator i was the sky you were pretending to navigate. eating bagged peanuts & talking about the next destruction. i used to never lock my face. i let ghosts come & go as they pleased. now, i have a ring of keys. i add a new one every day so the true key is harder & harder to find. looking down out the plane window at a bruised knee, clouds all around i watch an eagle die & fall as an envelope. meanwhile, the mailmen are searching for the house we used to live in. now, a leveled field. A rust broken pipe still protruding from the earth.