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It’s not as if

I’ve ever wanted
more 
than to write 
so I do now
on a plane 
as it lurches 
into the sky
through clouds 
that bump 
anxiety 
into the open –
and I promise 
whatever god’s 
at hand 
to do better –
inhabit my life
and understand 
the yawn 
and ache
of it.

This poem was originally published in Artist Profile Issue 55, 2021.
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