I traveled over the great Atlantic
because I was a sane woman,
standing
at the edge of my very own flat earth,
who knew what it was in hell that she wanted.
I had spells of uneasiness from start to finish.
First thing I did when I arrived was
change my face.
Lookin good, feelin good,
you know what I’m sayin?
Then I changed the way I talked.
Local colloquial gets you everywhere.
I had spells of uneasiness from start to finish.
Ate home cooked food I didn’t like, and
rode in cars
driven by strangers.
Got drunk at darkened pubs, and
bummed menthol ciggies off
of strangers.
Slept in a bed that wasn’t mine, and
shat in toilets
at fancy Chinese restaurants.
Climaxed with a man who wasn’t my husband.
I had spells of uneasiness from start to finish.
I traveled over the great Atlantic
because I had won a goddamned prize.
I jumped off the edge of my flat earth and
landed in a land I wanted to belong to until I belonged.
Then, I saw
my face was made of plastic;
my voice was only fabricated;
my will was just imaginary;
and I was not a mother.
I was not a mother, and I had spells of uneasiness.
Then I flew home.
Went through customs with nothing to claim
except for my country,
and my twelve year old daughter.
I’d missed my daughter.
Thank fuck
this had
only been a two week holiday.
Thank fuck for my therapist.
Thank fuck for my fortitude to
face my mental illness.
I have spells of uneasiness from start to finish,
but I will live outside of the jar.
© 2019 Kindra M. Austin
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Kindra M. Austin at Blood Into Ink – To Illusion and back, with misgivings
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Thank you!
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This is an excellent poem, I felt like I travelled with you xx
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This has touched me completely. I wish I had made the effort to come and see you then, so I could have held you.
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I love you. I feel you holding me in your heart. ❤
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