Right Hand Pointing


	Michael Frey
	Lostness

	Flying over the New Mexico desert, In a two person single engine prop plane. Just me and Joel the pilot, who kept repeating the same Sentence, "we need to, we need it." I implored him, "We are low on fuel and must land." "No," he snapped "we must find…she said we must." "Please Joel," I begged, as I heard to engine begin to die. He didn't answer, just kept circling about the desert, Repeating the same nonsensical words while I kept Pleading with him to land.	next main page front of this issue


	Michael Frey is a doctor of medicine and associate professor at Albert Einstein College of Medicine of Yeshiva University in New York City. He grew up on Long Island and graduated from Brandeis University. Most recently, poems have been published or are forthcoming in Foliate Oak (University of Arkansas), The Pink Chameleon, EG Parsons Poetry Online and Chantarelle's Notebook.

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