FORECASTS
Cheryl Townsend
The first snow of winter 93/94 is promised today. 2-4 inches. I’m on a 6am flight to Baltimore. My tits are bouncing to the “first-flight-of-theday-out-of-round-tire-oscillation”. I’m having a hard time writng this, Captain Neal. We have taken flight and I look down on my sleepy Cleveland. The city looks so Eiberace. Lights in rows and intracacies. Our plane is phallus, impregnating the clouds that will abort snow over Northeastern Ohio. They are forecasting rain in Baltimore. The man in the seat next to the seat next to me is filling the void with his newspapers. He is encroaching a no-man’s-land. He is being manly, taking, controlling. I will be woman. I wait until he unwraps his danish, opens his orange juice, and gets his coffee ready. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. He looks Jewish. I let him see my long red nails. Captain Neal says we have al 50 mph tail wind. We are descending at over 600 mph. I wonder if this is safe. I’m glad I put this flight on American Express, Jerry can collect the insurance. 600 plus mph. The jewish man is not married, or maybe he was too cheap to get the ring? Of course he is reading the business section of his newspaper. He is wearing a suit. Charcoal grey pin stripe. His burgandy tie matches the stripes. I wonder if he has a perm. He looks like he showers immediately after sex. It is 7:40am. We are descending 20 minutes too early. 150 mph tail wind. I look out the window. Row 13, seat A. I have the window seat. The Jew has the aisle seat, and the one between. Maybe he’s Italian? His olive skin is characteristic. There are only clouds outside. I look into the vast grayness. My ears are plugged. I hold my nose and blow. The pop feels good. The pop always feels good. Our plane is phallus again, popping through the soft folds of clouds. We are sperm. Sperm in this giant cock that is plunging into Baltimore. We will meet our eggs at the gate. Some will penetrate. Captain Neal says we will land in 10 minutes. It’s 48 degrees and raining. Up in Cleveland, they’re gonna get snow.
