I am the writer who forgets to write

I am the cup of ramen noodles I keep
forgetting to take out of the
microwave. I am the orange 
juice that spills on a fourteen hour
international flight. I am the mint 
plant on the windowsill that only thrives
when I water it. I am the old
prescription glasses that worsen 
my sight.

I am the constellations hidden by 
the sun. I am the clifftop
where all can be seen. I am the
birds that nest in mailboxes.
I am the girl who wishes 
for wings.

This poem is about: 
Me

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