I am top-heavy and
I like to speculate
what might happen
if I topple over,

will I plow the asphalt
with my naked head,
will I leave a trail
full of screaming red.

So I could say,
well at least,
I am in all of these stains
and this is how
I remain,
and this is how
I adapt,

of lying helpless
thinly spread,
painfully content
with yielding
to being no
whether alive
or dead.