Monday, May 19, 2008


My mind is awake and climbing.
It’s learning about gravel, embedded
in knees, it’s finding the grip when there
are no handholds. It is screaming
upside down with no rope, flayed skin
nerves exposed. How long will I live?
3 seconds. So much to do.

Please, unopen your arms
There is joy in this fall.

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