Of the airlines, I must have inspired a
grudge in Northwest.
It always seemed they never failed to
think it best
That I sit between the other two wide
people on the plane.
Let me understate, and say it was a
drain.
When I flew Northwest, you were always
sure to find me
Wide-shouldered, heavy-set, and folded
into origami,
Too busy working on my contortion act
to wish for candy bars.
To hell with food. A place to put my
other cheek would be a start.
Whether you're drawing on personal experience or relying on your imagination, write a poem about the feeling of being confined to a small place for an indefinite amount of time.
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