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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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Poem Flying at Forty - Erica Jong