get my pilots license and my I.D. to buy drunk and fly into my death over the telephone poles
and right into the front yard of my parents or childhood house. however you call it.
and see if i can swim in the pool alone now.
without becoming terrified of sharks.
see if i can walk away now.
and not be terrified of failing.
but im afraid to fly.
and to walk on the sidewalk
for crashed cars
popping red head balloons between grills and telephone poles
with drunk dead pilots killing everyone overhead
and their parents
and childhoods