Flight

I want to leave here stripped bare
by my own hands, of course
willfully, though not defiantly
lifting off every old, ill-fitting thing

See the trail I leave:
scuffed shoe in the car
blouse draped on the curb
skirt abandoned at security
baffled staff
lacy underthings discovered
where I drop them
at the gate
the surprised, delighted gaze
of my seatmate as
I settle in, rosy pink, for this
leap between worlds

First published in Reveries (January 2022)

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