i look at a photograph
a woman with short, curly hair
stands in front of a window
holding her phone up
as if she is taking a picture
i half close my eyes
aqueous images
parade across my vision
all specimens for inspection
under a microscope
one transforms into a jet
slides from right to left
top to bottom
it looks like she is taking a photo
while a plane descends erratically
behind her back
the crash inevitable
i take a mental picture of her
her hair is short and curly
the window in front of her
is closed
she is trapped between
a plane
and a plane
pressed between dimensions
her picture
is a picture of a window
that is closed
her hair is curly
it descends erratically
inevitably crashing
against the nape of her neck
she is a specimen for inspection
under a microscope
Words and Feathers 
Ooh, feels like an episode of Twilight Zone.
“Meet Irene Katastroffee. Every time she brushes her hair, a plane crashes. Enjoy this hair raising trip into the Twilight Zone.” š
She should be introduced to the joys of dreadlocks.
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Next slide…
I was a specimen once. I loved it!
Such an exhibitionist.
People did comment about how big boned I was. š¤
Iām sure your bones are big only where it matters, DD.
Women really dig me. I can’t sleep nights… they literally dig me out of my grave.
Poor, DD. They just love jumpin yer bones.
Yeah. All I want is to get laid…. you know, get dirty in da dirt.
That should be too difficult for a fine skeleton like you!
Maybe to”marrow.”
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