Marigolden

I left Nebraska in my summer dress;
Left him behind there to straighten out his head
Jane was working for the airline and she bumped me up to business
She feels the thrill of every liftoff in her heart and chest
She smelled like saffron and glowed gold and rust
Years ago, I loved Jane Harmony once
But the fall fell from August and the petals all dropped off
We’re always finding old lives to run away from

And I started to believe it

30,000 feet: I am seated by a surgeon
Said he fixed the dicks of Shahs’ sons who want to be western
Jane caught me roll my eyes, and we made up constellations
Of unicorns with Roman candle horn approximations

And I started to believe it

The voice of God came on, cautioning the wind
Jane strapped in and looked into my eyes
I watched us fall breathless
Cascading over nothing
I was feeling marigolden
Gliding to the ground
And I started to believe it