. . . The cabin is stuffy, but above the fresh Atlantic blue,
I assent to the pressurized promise of air, typing up
my tired hair with the ribboned either,
becoming mauve and umber between magazines
and litter of small white pillows.
–excerpt from “Cruising Altitude 35,000 Feet” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011). First published in Jabberwock.