I don’t know how they’ll write about me

I’m on a plane to Jeju
Where I assure you I know no one
And this burden I carry is
Safely included in the fare
I imagine the plane promptly crashing
And all of us on the front page tomorrow
Our names in columns of tiny letters
Courtesy of a thoughtful journalist
And the headline is still how
I never learned to really love
When it’s been like what
Twenty years?
Since the last
Crash