Anticipation

A plane crashed today in Buffalo, NY., everyone on the plane died. I watched coverage on the news as I curled my hair. I felt compelled to watch it and compelled to turn it off. I thought about how I have not yet suffered a tragedy and my anticipation of it as I try to sleep at night. I thought about how sick that is of me. I thought about the people who watched the fireball from their dining rooms windows, pulling their kids away from the couch, calling their husbands and their sisters, getting into their cars, driving closer to the site, standing outside wire fences, watching fire trucks blur into the smoke, listening to the news as they're watching it happen. I thought about getting my curls to turn outward, to represent the late seventies.