Flight 664—PDX to CDG

Tricia Gates Brown

I never actually slept, legs
folded like a screen over 19B and
C. my head on your lap
and your arm on me

like that time on the beach you
remember well, the two of us still
unfamiliar. I napped
and you took in perfection, one day.

it didn’t matter if I slept,
5 PM our time though dark over
the Arctic, and I too buzzed.
what mattered was to remember

forever those close moments
the undulation of your belly
on my head, the two of us betrothed.

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Tricia Gates Brown's poetry has appeared in Portland Review, ANTAE Journal, and Yellow Arrow Journal, among other publications, and her first poetry collection Of A Certain Age is forthcoming from Fernwood Press in mid-2025. By trade, she is an editor and co-writer, mainly working for the National Park Service and Native tribes. Her debut novel Wren won a 2022 Independent Publishers Award Bronze Medal. For fun, she makes art.

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