I knew I was
stationed somewhere
between another flight
and a Florida beach
but to find out
every moment is shared
with a tight connection in Philly
a broken one in Cali
and a drunk one in Australia
drains the hourglass sand
back to the gulf
we are all lost boys
looking for our mothers
some lost boys
keep looking
even when they have them
but I am the womb
I am the take off
and the final destination
there are no connections
in darkness
and I thank my sisters
for showing me the light
08/04/22
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