by Ollie Shane
but i can’t
My young self wants to fly in the skies
To leave her sunday school’s lip service behind
Chasing rudel and the others who will later launder their career
Far above her ancestors manufacturing weapons
She will forget in the gossamer haze of imagining,
& never for a moment ask why
Recess time ends & the pilot runs away
Winging above for friendlier skies
© Ollie Shane
Ollie Shane (he/they) is the author of the full length notes from the void (WIld Ink Publishing, 2025) and the chapbook I Do It So It Feels Like Hell (Bottlecap Press, 2022). His work has been published or is forthcoming in Sieva Magazine, Moonstone Arts Center, and elsewhere.
You can follow him on Instagram @ollie_shane_writes, Mastodon olliethewobbly@kolektiva.social, and on Substack under Not Another Newsletter.
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