about the author

Dylan Macdonald is a recent graduate of the University of San Diego, where he worked under the supervision of Malachi Black. His work has been published or is forthcoming in After the Pause Journal, Columbia Journal, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Red Paint Hill Poetry Journal, Rust + Moth—A Journal of Poetry and the Arts, Scarlet Leaf Review, and Star 82 Review.

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Vodka and Soda at Forty Thousand Feet

Dylan Macdonald

drank twelve
little bottles and
looked through the window.
The woman next to me,
gripping her armrest, had milk-colored hands.
“It’s wonderful,” she said, “how still, how
quiet, that child is.” She had a small
heart shaped birthmark on her neck. “We have all
been trained to remain wonderfully still, wonderfully quiet.” She drank
her own little bottle. “It has probably been said a thousand
times before,” I said and held her milk-colored hand, “but if I
could I would open this window, stretch my arm out into the wind,
and let the shadow of my hand lie on the tops of the clouds.”

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