Diane K. Martin Three's A Crowd

By what design does an airline
allocate three seats on either side
of a narrow aisle? That day, mine
was the window seat, and next
to me a mom with babe to breast,
and on the aisle the guy she kissed—
so intimate a tendering—as
we lifted off and became airborne—
as if their bed was a carry-on,
and I a stowaway in it. Pretense
at sleep saved embarrassment;
the moment passed. Below, the world’s
napped hills and vales unfurled.

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