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today

 

i cried

 

for me

because

 

this thing

of mine

named Body

is broken

and i can’t

 

remember

when it began                        the first fracture

that gave

birth

to the life

that followed

 

today

 

i cried

 

for the me

in between

 

strangers on

another

cross country flight

thinking of

father                                     and mother

 

pointing outside

the small windows

of a pan am

flight

into darkness

telling me

 

to be happy

of the uncertainty

to come

beyond boundaries

i was too young

 

to even know

existed.