Maybe I got so angry
because secretly, stubbornly, and in exhaustion,
I couldn’t see any
other way to proceed, to fail until something
changed.
—Stephanie Young
Will the narrator ever
fly again?
—Michael Burkard
I’m more mixed up than ever before, going
back and forth among different eras, landing
in multiple time zones, sometimes seemingly
all at once. Here I
am, an iris. Here I am, a
dahlia. There I
was....... a begonia.
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