Repentance
I’m nauseous.
Like mothers with child.
Expecting Un expectantly
expelling mournings of sickness
with no cure
but birth.
And I’m Ready to take my index to triggers
and throw up mistakes unmade.
So I can respire
The in-flight video tells me to fasten my seat belt,
But
I’m not so sure that will save us.
Yes, blessed be this.
-July ’09
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