Remember getting stuck
in hot highway gridlock? Men peeing

on open engines to cool them off.
Women baring breasts. Middle seat,

from ’75 to ’79 Lara and I coveted you.
Then, the ‘80s hitting like braces

and zits. A new Chevy station wagon,


white and roomy. We put our butts

where they didn’t belong. The “way back”
became the place to be, leaving you

the middle seat on an airplane.
I can afford to fly now. Please know

I think of you every time I request the openness
of an aisle.

Peter Kahn