Let Me Be Clear, -Mis

Image by Jeremy Mann

I have made mistakes.

I have misplaced my keys.
In a moment of wild abandon,
I have misappropriated the rent money.
I have misattributed
a smart thought to myself
and mishandled important conversations.
I have missed the bus, and twice, my plane.
I have misaligned my loyalties
and the decimal in my checkbook.
I have mis-stepped and landed on my face ~
literally and figuratively.

Yet, -mis, you miscreant,
Upon one event
your language misconstrues:

I did not miscarry my baby.

Flight

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I boarded the plane
and looked out the window.
Slipdown rain rivulets
crisscrossed the blank-faced pane.
Beyond, stark trees shook limbs
at the cold, grey sky.

Your prickle sting goodbye
buzz lingered on my lips;
My one-way boarding pass
tight crumpled in my palm.

Square wheels against cobblestone
shuddered down the runway;
With a rasping roar
the plane lifted into the air.

I lifted up, up, up,
slicing through shifting fog
and heavy clouds. Above
the filamentous terra firma,
I shade down
slammed the sun.