I will try to do my best in every way and give to you
that part of me
you know and seem to want.
Amelia Earhart to George Putnam, February 7th, 1931
Most of me is in the air, but parts of me
are unrelentingly earthbound, fibers held firm by an extra arm
of gravity until the thick steel slam
There’s a man in the back row with a text: “I miss
you already.” His clumsy thumbs type and type and type
a response so it is ready to send when the grip
of the land keeps us even, not the nervous twitch
of thin orange needles, so she doesn’t have to wait
for the runway or the Tarmac or the slow and ticking baggage
claim to know he misses her more
than the arc of the lake shore at dawn.
He hopes she never waits for him and he hopes
that she will wait for him, always.
There are pieces of you in the sky,
a fair trade for the pieces of me buried
deep in winter soil, and I imagine that for you,
gravity works in reverse.
Krista Cox lives in South Bend, Indiana, where she studies English at Indiana University and practices English as a paralegal. She shares an old-lady house with two precious patience-testers and a dubious schnauzer. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Analecta, scissors & spackle, and FREE MONSTER POEMS ABOUT MONSTERS. Her OKCupid profile is a work of creative literary genius.