All in by Elisabeth Blair
by Elisabeth Blair
I gave up all, went into the wildlands.
I was last seen on the peninsula.
I was caught in a storm, cast adrift.
I and my ships waited in a cave.
I became lost in the clouds.
I disappeared during a descent.
There is some evidence my disappearance was voluntary.
I left hints.
I was depressed, walked out with just 30 dollars.
I bought a book.
I got on a train.
I went down into a sewage canal.
I was presumed to have drowned, but I may have survived.
Several women came forth saying they suspected they might be me.
I was found at last, abandoned, partially submerged, listing heavily.
They tested me and found incontrovertible proof:
no one is related to me.
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Elisabeth Blair is a poet, multidisciplinary artist, and manuscript consultant. Her poems have recently appeared in Juked, GNU Journal, WomenArts Quarterly Journal, and Feminist Studies. A chapbook, We He She/It, was published in 2016 by Dancing Girl Press. Another chapbook (Ethel Press, 2020) and a full-length collection (Unsolicited Press, 2022) are forthcoming. Since 2018 she's been honored to be the poetry workshop leader for the Burlington Writers Workshop in Vermont. www.elisabethblair.net