British Airways flight mistakenly lands in Scotland instead of Germany —CNN
En route for one destination,
we ended up somewhere else. I was going to be
a throaty boy in a small town, but now
I’m a city girl with a pretty voice.
Someone was going to sing me a song,
but his fist found its way to my face.
I was planning to lean down and kiss
the top of your head, but there was a lake instead
and I fell in. I wanted to swim, but my body
rolled itself up like a pill bug and sank
beneath the blue of these blankets. Are these blankets?
Maybe they’re clouds. Why has the sky turned
the color of brewed tea? The air smells
of ozone and sourdough toast.
Something is burning. Are those mountains
we’re circling or factories? Is that smoke
coming out of the stairwell? Did you just drop that
into my drink? Have you been telling the truth?
Somewhere a man is opening a door
and stepping into thin air. The bus is filling
with snow. I’d give you my hand
but my fingers are sticky with blood.
My heart is beating in sync to the sound
of gunfire. The people we were
going to fall in love with have already
left the building. We can’t find our coats
or our children. I don’t recognize
this tongue in my mouth. I’m trying
to remember how it was before. I’m afraid
I’ll never find my way back.