it back like the hundred glittering eyes.
Darkness seeps through the cabin window
As we climb
the televisions slowly descend in unison
there are colors, letters, moods
and a soft suede voice that makes me
want to take off my coat
We’re mesmered still like children in an SUV
The stewardess smiles as she
opens and closes the overhead bins
and points to future holes on each side of the plane
Then, as if through invisible ooze,
she pulls the bright yellow cup over her mouth.
In case of imminent death, please share
The TV says, “While you’re waiting, feel free to
make a selection from our snack bar."