I’m locked in the bathroom on a
commercial ight.
Hilary Swank in a butch haircut
sends a hijacked plane
through my cerebellum.
I am sweating.
I pull my lips apart from my
teeth like a dental diagram
and I display my gums.
I sit to piss and roll my eyes.
cuff my jeans 2 times, 3 times.

I am in my memory.
riding a man on a mattress,
back arched like a prize horse.
grinding and grinding.
tossing my hair around
and gripping tight the ropes of ecstasy.
pornographic cries echo through
my head in the airplane bathroom.
they key-change, minor 5th to
humiliation.

I shift gears.
a woman beneath me, squirming like
a slug under a magnifying glass.
my veiny arms and slender ngers
graze across her like velvet.
why is the straight part of me
powerless?