Balsa wood airplane
Flat in the package
Put it together
Flimsy and doesn’t fly well
If it does remarkably fly across the room or yard
“Ooh” and “Aah” in wonder
Then the craft sits in a drawer
Or on a shelf (an imaginary hangar?)
Heaven or hell?
Is that it?
Final victory left to
Minty fresh breath coated with fluoride
The scourge of a mouth of stinking rot.
Maybe you are acquainted with despair
An unruly affliction
My neighbor comes to borrow
I wonder, “will she ever go to the grocery?”