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Tonight I am an astronaut in between an old woman who smells like ink, sudoku, and ***** and a window with a full moon that is held in the sky by a wing. I'd like to tell her what everybody thinks when they fly. I'd tell her what it would be like if we crashed and I had to choose between her and myself. Selfishly I would choose myself. My mother could not outlive me. Yet, she could be my mother's mother. She could have seen the full moon from the backseat of a Model T or from her back in a desert that is now Las Vegas or Phoenix or full moons from ninety years or full moons. But this plane will not crash and I will not have to choose yet I am still repulsed. I'll too be old. Soon. Tomorrow, maybe. Yet, I promise I will not smell of **** or fly in a plane without a seat next to a window so I could see the full moon from outer space.
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Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
Flight
Tonight I am an astronaut in between an old woman who smells like ink, sudoku, and ***** and a window with a full moon that is held in the sky by a wing. I'd like to tell her what everybody thinks when they fly. I'd tell her what it would be like if we crashed and I had to choose between her and myself. Selfishly I would choose myself. My mother could not outlive me. Yet, she could be my mother's mother. She could have seen the full moon from the backseat of a Model T or from her back in a desert that is now Las Vegas or Phoenix or full moons from ninety years or full moons. But this plane will not crash and I will not have to choose yet I am still repulsed. I'll too be old. Soon. Tomorrow, maybe. Yet, I promise I will not smell of **** or fly in a plane without a seat next to a window so I could see the full moon from outer space.
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don-brenner
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
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