Yet Still the Sky Is Blue
No, sweet reader, you will never die
unless it’s tomorrow on that small plane
surrounded by all that weather, the water
below, the landing killing you before
the water’s cold embrace, and the world
with its need to fish your limp body out
to verify your teeth.
unless it’s tomorrow on that small plane
surrounded by all that weather, the water
below, the landing killing you before
the water’s cold embrace, and the world
with its need to fish your limp body out
to verify your teeth.
About the Author
Brian Builta lives in Arlington, Texas, and works at Texas Wesleyan University in Fort Worth. His work has been recently published or is forthcoming in Jabberwock Review, Juke Joint Magazine, South Florida Poetry Journal, New Ohio Review and TriQuarterly.