The Fairytales Of Stewardesses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Off on another shoulder, freckled and
Upstairs,
An angel wing in a bed- the sheets cerulean:
Of course they are halfway covering your
Mother who
Lives there at night and makes love to your
Father
In a room like hands clasping the neck of your
House back pressed against the woods;
And all of it is empty:
The alligators grinning full of blue gills and half
Devoured pornographies-
And your baseball players that you don’t know
Halfway up there and chewing in the half light:
Fireworks pretending to be amused,
And then you skip school and masturbate in the only
Orange tree in your yard
As it blossoms smelling like a math teacher’s
Substitute:
And when you go down, you go inside and into
The air conditioning, folding paper airplanes
And filling them with
The fairytales of stewardesses you swear one day
Will be yours.