something about this feels important
maybe it is something to do
with the weight hanging from my face
in the afterlife
you donate yourself
that was something essential that I grew to
while growing up
The chances of finding a match
are 1 in 30,000
it turns out I might be one
even in the great odds
which stand against me
something in me
could be somebody’s miracle
some body’s miracle
some bodies, miraculous
miles away
they’re testing my blood
while I am in the air
in transit
in the belly of something
much bigger than myself
I feel most like a young soul
when I’m in a cloud
I feel most sad
when I can’t feel it
Leah Clancy writes, and wants to be a writer, but can she call herself that yet? She’s somewhat like a divorcee that has never been married, and is about to trade Brooklyn in for something different.