in-flight entertainment

the propped up screens

on threefold tray tables

flicker up plastic wall

like sconces, like candles

in a dim-lit dungeon,

and the candles contain portals:

to a deep green forest

in one of those numbered districts,

a beachfront with bikini-clad redheads,

a yellowed apartment in the united kingdom,

an animated suburban house covered

in winter snow.

the candles actually have

many other candles.

they are sets of millions flickering

in just the right way

to make one see something

more.

mine is showing a dirty, dirty porno.

he's got a hand around her neck, and

she's pulling him closer in two places

with both hands,

but only when he lets those hands free

to do what they want,

you might be worried

about everyone seeing our business,

watching it on my little portal,

but i'm not watching a screen,

i'm staring at the "no smoking" light,

because i have an imagination and time,

the only two things necessary

to make me want you, right now.