Virgin America

The faintness of flight overwhelms me boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd as the breath is cycled and recycled through the bellows of plasticine and metal germs jumping from orifice to orifice knees crushing bosoms braced for the portent the potential the promise of the fall. Faintness elicits only minor response from the tenders who un-tenderly steer the crowd small moans garner memories of the mallet falls.. but fail to unseat the kindness so needed..sought watery eyes wave and the floor seems the only safety and still the settlers stay settled in their complacency.. neither rising to gift an aged woman with their perch or commenting as she hits the floor ah the joys of twenty first century flight in the belly of Virgin America.