Fear of Falling

3am...ish

No one ever looked that pathetic before

No one ever looked that attractive before

I hadn’t slept in days

What major am I again?

A family friend, she said, died.

Full moon and look at that

Home has a coastline

I didn’t walk here by her side

She carried me like scraps of tissue paper

Cupped in her hands

To toss into the wind

But not yet, first

She whispers how she’ll miss me when I’m gone

And kisses me goodbye

And I float up to the moon

And I float among the leaves

And get stuck in brittle branches till

3am again...ish

And the cabby says love is worth fighting for

I go to pay him but my arms and legs have been cut off

Having spent the past four hours in a room of

Pockmarked walls and a heroin-addicted brunette

With a flower for a name and a penchant for

Throwing ice cubes at the orderlies

And then they let me go

And he let me out (free of charge)

And she let me walk past

And he made his plan

And the social worker said

You’re not a danger to yourself or others

I would’ve laughed but I didn’t want

To shake the tree

I’m just scraps after all

Blown far away from here