The Poetry Project

Air Traffic Control

Morgan Vo

a helicopter went by the dog freaking out
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bared her teeth so many times
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the hair across my hands legs arms face
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stood inside tight goose pimples
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we could not see the sky the two of us
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alone in a house not my dog
x
neither did we know each other
x
me the helicopter dog the pilot wings beating
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rocks down from high altitude
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hearing makes trouble for her and
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double that for me
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who are you, this blaring sound?
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I’ll have to tell you who
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before you tell me
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not to move to not pretend
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we’re not friends until
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these inventions go away
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I tried on how to be
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tooth tooth she pushed
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forward by the firing sound

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