#29 I Still Hate Flying

I think I convince myself

That I am strong

And brave

And that there's nothing strange about soaring through the air

In a metal cylinder with wings

With dozens of strangers

And recycled air

And half-poured sodas in plastic drawers

And seats

That double as flotation devices

In the event of a water landing

Like landing in water

Is just a a landing

And not a crash.

I think I still hate flying.