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Touch and Go
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33 ToUCH and Go Gone to pick up two dozen hot from the deep fat chocolate-frosted, custard, coconut, cake, and his favorite, raised and glazed, he pays cash, swoops up the box each sweet straight and level gliding under the lid’s window. Take offs and landings . . . he makes room on the seat, moving aside the body he’s built, styrofoam, engine embedded, taped, wings detached. at the four-way stop, his head spirals, stress cracks, splits. Nose down breaks the stall and you’ll fly again . . . He guns it while he can see, flies low by trailers, saguaro, his last turn home, eases down so smooth he and the plane are one— fuel off, flying as long as . . . he scans for his spot, swallows two tablets he’s heard can help when blood’s 34 not getting where it needs to go and blood rushes free, floods all emergency landing strips, old dirt roads, dry fields, any flat patch where he might put down. ...