Jason Steeves

Lift

My new wife unfurls in the aisle seat.

Our steward carts up complements of white wine and orange juice.

We improvise airline mimosas.

                                                 Marcie christens them Flatosas.

I continue the joke
with, “If this were a ship, we’d have to call them Floatosas.”

We toast.
               Plastic glasses touch, and we simply say, “Dink.”
               To us, to love, to everything everywhere. Dink.

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