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yeah, your thought bubble

bursts and your scoreboard of hope

falls down in the end zone—

sometimes it’s just so easy to see

it’s all carnival ride from here, baby

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And so when Fred said,

“We become our own misunderstanding,”

I could see how I had become

like the rock in the river

that stands in the way

of all that moves forward,

and also I knew that

in spite of my very best attempts

at rock-ness, the river

would flow and flow.

 

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How We Learn to Fly

 

for Deb D’Angelo

 

In a recent dream, I flew—

not so much for pleasure,

though it was that, also, rather

because it was clearly the next

thing to do.

 

On the trail, I did, perhaps, fly

for a moment,

my body spread into the air

above the rocky slope.

There was, maybe, a second

of curiousness—an inkling of thrill.

 

But then the horrible fact

of gravity. I did not want

to open my eyes for a long,

long time. I did not cry then,

not when I saw my hands,

blackened and bloodied.

Not when my shoulder

refused to rise. Though it hurt,

I knew it would all be fine.

 

I did not cry at the sting of soap

and water in the library sink.

I did not mind the stares

of the patrons confused

by the sight of my ripped up tights.

 

The librarian offered to tend to me,

finding me salve and applying

the bandages, fitting them

to angles they didn’t want to fit.

It was the look in her eyes that did it,

the gentleness, the warmth.

 

As she hugged me

like a daughter, like a friend,

like a human, I sobbed into her hair,

so moved by her kindness,

how she cared for me with such tender hands—

and for a moment, I swear I flew,

unafraid of how I would land.

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