Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Drafts) · Track 84 · middle
Still Falling Upward (Amelia Earhart)
Still Falling Upward — Amelia Earhart
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You flew alone across the Atlantic because a man had asked you to sit in the cabin as a passenger while two men flew the plane and you sat in the cabin as a passenger and the cabin had the damp beige weight of a waiting room built for someone who was not you and you decided the next crossing would not have a waiting room in it. [Verse 2] The next crossing was yours. The fuel tasted like cold pennies in the back of your throat for fifteen hours and the altimeter gave you a number and the number tasted like the color the Atlantic turns at three in the morning when no one on either continent knows where you are and you preferred it that way. [Chorus] The last flight was the equator. Thirty thousand miles. You made it to the part of the Pacific where the island was supposed to be and the island was not there and the radio went quiet the way a radio goes quiet when the frequency has outlasted the fuel and the fuel has outlasted the patience of the ocean to keep explaining where you are. [Verse 3] They never found the plane. They looked for the plane the way the century looked for a woman who had stopped needing to be found — with binoculars pointed at the wrong part of the horizon. [Outro] The prefrontal cortex of a woman who has decided the next crossing will not have a waiting room in it is running a single calculation on a loop — *what is the cost of staying in the cabin* versus *what is the cost of the ocean at three in the morning* — and the answer is the same answer it has always been and the plane is still out there and you are still not waiting in anyone's cabin. ---