I've never flown before
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

at 24
it was like admiting
pesky virginity
clinging, a curse

she was nervous
about thrust
flight speed
covering an ocean

she was nervous
about Vince Vaughn
posing on the cover
of the in-flight magazine
looking tough and tasty
about the burning salt flavor
of those tiny bags of pretzels
about using a toilet
no bigger than a breadbox
six inches from a row of bored,
perspiring passengers

but at takeoff
she felt the momentum
in her vagina--pressure
like a firm heavy hand
and a rush of air tracing patterns
and then release

it was a simple act,
that seduction

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
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