A Lost Fear

A plane flies over my house
and the loud sound of it seems close by.

For years I used to fear a plane crashing down
hitting my house as I lay on my back in bed
naked while masturbating.
And the thought continued
that later I would be found,
naked, with a device inside of me.

In this thought of mine I didn't fear dying
I just feared what people might have seen.
And then I thought
maybe one day they would all laugh
and tell a story of a girl they found dead
who had been masturbating right as the plane crashed.
And someone would say
at least she was feeling good right before she went away.