Class Airfare, Proletariat Privilege
we gypsum boarded the plane
laughing like the hooligans we were
as stewardesses prepared
for a sea adventure in the sky
pinch the butt of your lit cigarette girlfriend
or you’ll get pushed off into smog clouds
I walked through the aisle barrier
into first class
immediately everyone looked away
and held their breath
what a feeling–
to be among others
but the only one breathing