After three years stuck at home, First Class
sounds enticing—fewer folks fly First Class.
Squeezed in the galley, there should be a brass
band to welcome you and your kind to First Class.
And more! You board first! You’re offered a glass
of champagne, toasted nuts, hot towels in First Class
while coach folks stagger, stink-eyed as they pass
“reserved” bin storage, banging bags through First Class.
Pert flight attendants, blessed with spunk and sass,
bring you lunch and drinks and snacks in First Class.
So get up off what God gave you, Leslie. Move your ass,
cash in your miles, and book that ticket—First Class!
San Diego Poetry Annual, 2024-2025