“Jacob, I Am” by Jennifer Beckett

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Let’s be honest now. I’ll probably frustrate you
for the entirety of my mortal days. This
realization is more life boat than debris
in a sea of self-degradation, man-made
to fish for compliments.

I’ve tasted the congealed grease
of laziness, drunk
the scalding coffee of impatience.
The aftertastes of selfishness and doubt
linger as I wrestle a better angel.

Holy, flawed we rustle and tussle.
Sweat streaks between my fingers
and the bends of my elbows.
I am, we are all salt and tears,
marked. I spin-cycle douse my fabric.

I may limp, and I may learn
to walk on water.

-Jennifer Beckett

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