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|No More Fear of Flying|
|by Alison Milonakis|
|Why is it the Mile High Club,
when in reality, you’re 36,000
feet high above land?
Besides, ain’t no way two people
can comfortably copulate
in a tin box restroom designed for one.
I crunch my complimentary blue potato chips,
pray that my bare feet will once again feel the coolness of grass,
attempt to go deeper into iPod oblivian-
Pink Floyd’s color lazar light-induced world.
The pink clouds and indigo sky could be beautiful,
like glimpsing heaven, if I wasn’t so fucking terrified.
Really brilliant to watch Final Destination followed by La Bamba
two nights before an eight hour flight.
My third anti-anxiety drink is kicking in,
and I’m praying there’s no one in there
dying to join Mile High,
but first, another distraction.
On my seat TV, a chubby man is traveling
through Cambodia, sampling bizarre foods.
He grimaces while biting into a balut.*
"Not bad", he says. "It could have been worse."
And I think, that poor little duckling
never even had a chance to fly, or to
see a swirling pink and indigo blue sky.
*A balut is a fertilized duck egg with a nearly-developed embryo inside that is boiled and eaten in the shell.