On the Shelf

On the Shelf

On the Shelf

I did not - could not - weep
For years my tears dried
Yet on the plane out
I wept convulsively
The flight attendant thought me
Sad to be leaving
She saw it all the time
It was relief that flood
I never thought I’d
I’d get away without a ring
An engagement party
A kitchen tea
A bathroom shower
Never thought my dreams would float
And even when trapped underwater
rise to the top
Not like a corpse coming in with the tide
But alive
Washed in ... not up ...
Free at last from that bloody shelf ...

(After reading A Dangerous Vine by Barbara Ewing)


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