On the Flight to Alamosa, Colorado
Brian Turner
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At 10,000 feet, the lights of Denver
fade as pilots check their gauges,
the Beechcraft’s engines thrumming my ears
as elevation and cabin pressure block out
passengers in conversation behind me,
the world outside a distorted globe
with my reflection in it, moonless and culpable.
