Being Bettering

The fog continued to lift

to first reveal the paper airplanes

with thick chemtrail tails

flying toward my next honest move

no tall tweezers can be found 

to pluck the winged messengers

from the flooded information sky.

Knowing the direction is simpler

than figuring out how to arrive.

I’m becoming Godzilla

aware I’m doing it all wrong,

climbing this forest of skyscraper ladders

swatting at air to fail upward

toward catching paper airplanes,

unfolding their thin bodies,

reading their directions,

eating their fruit.