Until It Is Not
I am sorry
I'm not more
exciting.
I meant to be
for you,
an adventurer
with mountaintop stories,
or someone
with a limp
hinting at a life
starting
with the gift of an early struggle.
My presence is a bland suburb
of wanting,
anything
other
than what is
in (front of) me,
until it is not.
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2023
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