Transition 1

Transition 1

Transition
is lightning down my spine,
diesel through my veins.

Transition is free-fall,
eyes closed, praying for gravity
to deliver me safely. Transition

is some forgotten piece of my heart
clicking into place for the first
time since my childhood,

staring at myself in
my mother’s heels,
pulling towards the reflection

as if sheer want
could break down the wall
between what is

and what should be.
Transition is the future
unasked for, arriving nonetheless,

like the tide that pulls
the crumbling
shoreline into
the
sea.

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An Open Letter to My Parents

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