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Flying at Forty

You call me

courageous,

I who grew up

gnawing on books,

as some kids

gnaw

on bubble gum,

 

who married disastrously

not once

but three times,

yet have a lovely daughter

I would not undo

for all the dope

in California.

 

Fear was my element,

fear my contagion.

I swam in it

till I became

immune.

The plane takes off

& I laugh aloud.

Call me courageous.

 

I am still alive.

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Written by
Erica Jong
1942 / American
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