Bad Options

I’ve got a gift for making wrong look right.

Virginia taught me confidence won’t keep a plane in flight.

Manhattan taught me cut the parts I hold too tight.

Shanghai taught me the sky keeps changing — not a personal slight.

I still want a tomorrow I can’t write.

I check my favourite stories in unflattering light.

Today’s prices of fear rise beneath your hand, then lose their height;

An option, not an alibi.

Theta charges through the night.