I asked my wife, sitting next to me in 21C, why Cheez-Its taste different at 21,000 feet. My wife, who was not my wife – just a very tall brunette with a face I felt I could ask a lifetime of questions and would like to see on our children – replied, "Maybe they're specially made for the airlines"?
21C passed on the Cheez-Its when the snack-bearing cart came around.
"Would you like a Cheez-It?"
She took my awkwardly proffered, slightly chipped, orange cheese square and smiled. More importantly, she ate the Cheez-It.
"Doesn't taste any different to me. Are you getting sick?"
"I don't think I'm getting sick."
"Because people tend to lose their sense of taste when they get sick."
"I've never had much taste."
21C smiled, small Cheez-It chips plastered randomly across both rows of her teeth.
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Balancing a taste for all things caffeinated with a thorough knowledge of how to waste time, Ink (he/him) stains the pages of online and print periodicals periodically and often performs at open mics of ill repute in the NJ/NY/PA area. He is the EIC of Stanza Cannon, an online journal for oral poetry, and has chapbooks out via Finishing Line Press (61 Central), Back Room Poetry (The Vessel of the Now) , and Alien Buddha Press (Pining). Ink’s full-length poetry collections include Death Loves a Drinking Game (Piscataway House Press) and Miserable with Fire.
Nice one!