Transatlantic Flight
Here in the liminal absence of time
I breathe above the clouds
and in your chest
at once, at nothing
without you
up here
I spin loose
untethered by minutes
the hours unravel
rude eternities
last night my hunger
got so violent
I wrenched and broke
the clock hands
off their faces
then I stepped outside this airplane
stepped right out and fell
and you are down there
in the world
and I am floating
nowhere nothing
in no time.
Transatlantic Flight by Heather Lee Rogers | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Heather Lee Rogers compulsively tells stories as a writer and an actor in Queens, New York City. Her poems have appeared in the following printed and online publications: Chill Mag, The Rat’s Ass Review, Harbinger Asylum, Here Comes Everyone (UK), Leopardskin & Limes, El Portal, S/Tick (CA), Adanna Literary Journal, Jersey Devil Press, Mobius Magazine, Eunoia Review, Bombfire Lit, Indolent Books, io Literary Journal, etc.
