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To be a woman of a certain age the day the hero pilot is a woman!
As though, suddenly, a failsafe illusion just evaporates:
There is a type of people who have never taken their eyes
from the sky, who can’t stop thinking about flying.
They have always been, which is how the airplane became a thing,
that desire, which I imagine like a hole where the solar plexus
should be, but edged with magnetic material paired with
something not here, but above, in the atmosphere. It’s amazing, really,
that there are such people, of every gender. This is their category.
Please stop remarking, “She has nerves of steel,” when next week
you’ll be saying this to denigrate a woman in another field.
Copyright 2018 Ellen McGrath Smith