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Poetry by Juliette Sebock


"How miraculous, the doors,

the wings, the recycled air. How miraculous,

flight is just a fall that never finds the ground."

—Neil Hilborn, "MSP PHI LGA ALB PHI MSP"

It really is a miracle that I made it

from ground to ground, overwater,

through this metal tunnel in the clouds,

with a single glass of wine,

a styrofoam cup of tea,

and white rice and veggies,

and not a single tear for

what I'd left behind.

It really is a miracle that I made it

back home, through the air, heaven,

cielo above, cerulean skies,

to see you, to leave you, be left behind,

with a soda to settle my stomach

and something to swallow,

something to stop the tears

and forget that I'm not meant

to cry.

Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work in publications including Royal Rose Mag and Cauldron Anthology. She is the editor-in-chief of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is) she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. She can be reached at her website and across social media at @juliettesebock. She is a regular contributor of Marías at Sampaguitas.

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