The plane ascends.
Women disrobe,
crossing into Turkey’s airspace.
Their hair cascades like waterfalls.
I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe.
So much sin is compressed
between my teeth & my toes!
I stride over the pavement.
The wind runs through my hair.
I am happy to unveil—
for myself, not a male guardian—
to return to my body,
to desire myself for myself,
in this corner
of the cockpit
poised between two countries,
without male eyes
watching over me.
