I Watch the Boughs by

From “I Swam in a Cold Lake and Watched My Body Convulse on Shore”

“...
When offering small sandwiches
I might stare out of one of the windows,
imagine the ocean blue. Or, say, when cleaning
up a toddler's vomit, I might yearn
for a less solitary life. But otherwise, loneliness
might be okay when surrounded by other
flight attendants in the sky, my body
a body made for tending to bodies in flight.
I'd breathe in the air of neither
here nor there. I'd remember everything
about my lives on earth.”