A Viator

 

My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex

But whatever happened to Amelia remains a mystery.

Aviator, aviatrix: what do we call her and Bessie Coleman?

Although I am a feminist, Sully Sullenberger III

 

Is my favorite aviator because he made me cry:

My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex

But I was wiped out on the elliptical at the gym,

watching the overhead TVs as he landed on the Hudson.

 

We’d all like to think we are aviators when it comes

To love, sex, morality, money, and driving—but,

My friend, Anya brings down flies with Windex:

Your polarizing confidence is insufficient armor.

 

The sky is a highway to the danger zone, Kenny says,

And nobody can deny Tom & Joe look great in aviators.

Politics, paparazzi, scientology: something comes for us all.

My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex.

 

 

(“Viator” prompt)