Fly

Even as a child

I leaned this body against the truck door

Full weight, eyes glued to the pane

Watching the world fly

But what if I opened this door and flew too?

If I bled into the blur of the trees that whip by?

This feeling of my belly botton kissing my spine

Finally satisfied 

Even as a child 

Would I lift the handle?

to die

Brother ►

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