C-5

by Christy Bailes

With an ear tag,
a chest hole,
and six knives
in my throat,
eyes balloon
in love-hate rain,

falling so violently
I can’t see the C-5
fly past as slow
as her last smile,
although I hear

the plane, drumming
a military farewell
with such force
her name drops
from my mouth.

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