COMEDOWN MUSIC (FOR CABIN PRESSURE)
You know when you are seated
on a plane and a child is ushered by
and eyes you like I just heard
‘I said so is why’? I’m that child.
When the masks drop, nothing
important flashes before your eyes.
Only we shouldn’t be seen in public.
Glancing across at someone’s chippy
polished nails, thinking What color
is that. What are you supposed
to remember? You remember the bag
may not inflate. You remember oxygen
is flowing. What color is that. What color
is that. What color is that. It’s white.