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Too real

“Let me hold your hand when I tell you this….”

“I’m so tired Finn”

*click*

I’m so tired, Finn

*poof!* “…but nothing changed?” … “Exactly.”

“Great news! I’m not a gay man.”

Absolutely.

He’s the best guy around

F

Yes.

Since we are doomed either way, we should just do whatever we want whenever we want.

me

handmade in the twenty first century
as they skitter across the ice laden tarmac.

was only one survivor and the little
girl hiked through the woods alone

to find the nearest house and no one
knew how she even survived—how

hard it is to not think of the planes
circling King Kong's head while we

dart through the clouds huddled
over Buffalo, or—how a tire is still

list forward almost imperceptibly into
our descent. I try not to remember

my sister slamming my face in the
fireplace, the blood of that broken

nose, the bump it still has, or how
my mom never believed she could

do that or the story of the plane
crash in Pennsylvania where there

slammed my face in the snow—how easy
our wing bends or how dark

the water is below us and the ice—
how I read earlier that there was little

chance of lake effect snow since it
was frozen over—how water is harder

than concrete at a certain speed—
how quiet the engines seem as we

or the icicles that fell from our gutter
in winter and shattered on the

sidewalk; I try not to think of the time
I chased my sister up the garage

in a snowball fight and slipped on
some ice and fell on the fence, legs

straddling the metal wire, then rolling
helplessly into the cold while she