Years ago, like a different life ago. It was dumb and quick on his notes app while we were on the subway. His dream job was to be a pilot and mine was to be a poet, we discussed. He wasn’t a good person, by the way.
I joked about how I listened to videos about plane crashes and was always astounded when the pilots actually tried to make it out alive… “like what are they thinking? Both engines are on fire and you’re out of fuel and right above the mountains? You’re not gonna make it so why bother trying!” and I continued with “If I was a pilot in that situation I would just give up.,, but it would be different if it was a cargo plane, then I’d actually try because I don’t wanna die alone”
He laughed and teased me about it and I said “well you’re a better person than me.”
He really wasn’t a better person than me. In fact, I don’t think he’s a good person at all.
But he wrote a haiku for me on his phone, maybe it was for both of us. I told him the basic syllable structure when he asked.
At first I thought I
would be a pilot, but now
I write poetry.
It went something like that. We were both amused.