21 Malaise Planes

Mentor - Part 1

Have you ever endured insomnia on a red-eye flight? I’ve never been able to sleep sitting upright, especially not when surrounded by strangers, adrift in a metal machine gliding through the sky.

By the second hour of my passage from Seattle to Philly, I believed myself impervious to sleep, and so began a new piece.

Here is part one of 21 Malaise Planes. A new section will unfold each week.

Mentor

First time wanting to ignore the phone call

First glance cobblestone drop facade

I’d say I was swept in wind, crept hollow

by a crows heart

—Where were you

cleft wren

Signed PRATTLE. Hearkening the bog

First softness in the voice

First wish within a jar dish, small dreams

Future pangs coming back to me

-KR