Last week, I posted a link to my interview at Rachel Kramer Bussel's blog about the inspiration for my story "Nasty Little Habit" that appears in her latest soaringly sexy anthology, The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories. Mile High Club-themed stories have some built-in limitations in terms of setting and theme, but sometimes restrictions can spur a writer on to overcome the challenges. With my Mile High Club story, I tried to write a story that could really happen to me. Little did I know that poet Robin Sampson had already published a piece that could well be the opening to my story. Except, well, it is more literary. Still I do like to see it as proof that great minds do think alike!
This poem was originally published in the Connecticut River Review 2008.
Window Seat by Robin E. Sampson
From 16F she wills boarding passengers
don’t sit here - you don’t want to sit here
sees the cute guy, thinks to herself
he won’t sit here. But he stops at her row,
asks “are these seats free?” adds
with a grin “I don’t bite, just nibble.”
She wonders is he flirting? nobody
ever flirts with me
He’s fortyish, curly blonde hair, rumpled chamois
shirt, nicely faded jeans. From Long Island,
heading to Cleveland to visit his brother
who says there are storms, reports of tornados.
He laughs when the pilot predicts a bumpy ride,
makes jokes about silly in-flight catalog items
like indoor pet gates and faux marble sculptures.
They never will exchange names. She enjoys
his little asides, his humor, his smile.
Glimpses skin as he retrieves his bag
from the overhead compartment,
wishes it were a longer flight.