girl crush, this fascination with
newsreel amelia earhart
perched on the nose of her lockheed electra,
forever smiling, forever waiting to take off.
i, a soft dreamer with separation anxiety,
was thrilled by amelia’s rakish derring-do,
fanning the flicker of restlessness
i have since tamped to zillow obsession.
her smile, built of hairscruff, cheekbones, eyecrinkle,
me, earthbound, enthralled;
she, the best answer to my comet craving,
unafraid to burn, to disappear.