flaming hot cheetos on the outskirt of dimensions
by Angelo Maneage
there was this plane right where we were
in it was this thing coming
from the back maybe
it was all around me fire
was what caught me some number of jets
were on the ground from the air
there was no need for any masks
but we used them anyway so no one could if they had to
find anybody underneath all these birds
or maybe super men would
spin around the front
of the cabin we were staying in
this place we took the big trip to box
some cases full of blues
spinning on the outside of the box
there was this paper on fire
the plane we were in it was
on the ground like us as babies
blue and blowing up in the sky
in the breeze were parts all over the place
the blue covered up all the black blood
from the plane we watched bats watch
like what we did was super men
all watched from the ground underneath
was this northern light all around me
coming from the ground we were crouched on
the blue air was black it was hard to see how
to get out of control is by me still
born to fly around booms are loud
in the cabin maybe there was fire