i filled balloons with all my prayers and gave them a send-off,
but my hopes are never high enough and they settled
on the ground. i took an iron to my thoughts
but even that didn't straighten them out.
my muscles wound into curlicues and
my eyes turned into funnels. it started to rain.
when noah's ark was sinking,
i helped seal the holes in the boat with scotch tape.
still it was too heavy to float.
i threw my balloons overboard and we were off;
they fell to the sea floor and burst.
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