Airplane Lies Poem by Maya Hanson

From thirty thousand feet
I'm contemplating what
I probably shouldn't be
wrapped in airplane lies

I'm drawn up by a cord
hung up by your window glass
Confident and over you…as
my lips frame your name again

It's not like I mean to follow you,
it just happens all the time
When I turn a corner in this flight
your sweet sound hangs from clouds

Somehow as my lungs elevate
I pull more of your echoes
from my solemn company
so many miles in the air

I'm stiff with overthinking
and I'm looking for a reason
for something else to settle
instead of airplane lies