that twilight zone episode
I was told about a rape and I dreamt of a plane crash
It broke from the sky and I watched it fall
It fell near me
“I won’t die from this” I consoled myself
Lucky lucky lucky lucky
I’m only watching it
I will get the dust, debris, and maybe some burns
But I won’t be crushed underneath the propellers or wings
I won’t be spun into littler legs or arms
I won’t be shredded away
I wonder about those people on the plane.
God.
They didn’t know
They got on excited or maybe fearful or maybe telling themselves there’s no reason to be afraid.
“One in a million”
I am just one. I can’t be the million.
I can’t be the every time, though.
It can’t happen every time.
All those times it didn’t.
It just didn’t.
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Aerodynamics of trust are not something I’m familiar with.
I’m sure I’ve stared at the class from afar now and then.
I saw the professor staring at the student with the skirt and he is undressing himself for her as he points to the boards and shows what is so smart about the air.
It’s hard to teach two things at once.
It’s hard to tell Brock Turner you should and you shouldn’t.
You should know there is no trust.
You shouldn’t know there is no trust.
You should believe in clothes.
You shouldn’t believe in clothes.
Bike to a woman’s pawn shop.
See what is beautiful, expensive, and absolutely disgusting to them.
Look at what you ruin. Today and more days.
This is your final destination. This is your movie and greatest success.
Film the places you see with a tragic spin and then look at what others write about it.
See where you got it wrong and wrong and wrong.
You’ll never fly with us again.
You’re on a long list and we can’t possibly read every name.
You can’t all be tested.
Every plane must be tested before it flies.
That’s just how the air works.
It doesn’t trust you in it.
