so i'm at this bar and...

the plane landed on

the earth like a door

closing and the room

was black except for

your breath and the

bear kept saying your

name over and over

justine…..justine…..

except that wasn't

your name now

was it and the space

heater was telling

me the most boring

story i've ever heard.

"we see or seem to

see…..blah blah blah"

the words coming from

its mouth like a soft

dry rain falling into my

ear where everything

was alive and dying

for anything interesting

an icy runway where

only you are able to land