Which is another way of saying I want to see it all. To lift off
like there are wings between my shoulders. To make the miles
mean something. I want to learn a new language and surprise
myself when it tumbles from my lips. Touch down on crumbled
soil. Get lost on back roads, watch the stars eat the sky. I want to
know what it feels like to wake on a balcony in the north of Spain,
sun tripping over the waves. I want to wade into the water as it
glitters. Eat pan con tomate and taste the thin spread of fresh
tomatoes. Catch a wisp of garlic. I want to blush like an heirloom
at the touch of my own aliveness. I want to become the entire
distance between my life and my longing.
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Makayla Wamboldt is a writer and educator living in San Diego, California. Her work has recently appeared in Visible Magazine, Rise Up Review, New Feathers Anthology, and other publications. She is currently working on her first full-length poetry collection.