I wrote this poem ages ago, got it published and completely forgot about it. Then one day while searching for another article I had written, I found this online. The magazine is no longer operating from what I understand but the archive is still online.
Fighter Bomber Jacket by Jamie Etheridge
I’m not sure where this came from but I read it now and wonder what triggered these images in my mind. The poem does not stand out to me as especially meaningful or powerful but I like the word play, the imagery.