Remember getting stuck
in hot highway gridlock? Men peeing
on open engines to cool them off.
Women baring breasts. Middle seat,
from ’75 to ’79 Lara and I coveted you.
Then, the ‘80s hitting like braces
and zits. A new Chevy station wagon,
white and roomy. We put our butts
where they didn’t belong. The “way back”
became the place to be, leaving you
the middle seat on an airplane.
I can afford to fly now. Please know
I think of you every time I request the openness
of an aisle.