an arc of painful
events sit around me

skid and spin
skid and spin and collide
skid and spin and
fall apart

maybe this memory was
meant for you
i have let go of its rims
the echo of having let go
reverberates
like your voice that rescues
my voice of reason that
wants to veer off the
edge

skid and spin
skid, but hold on to
me and save
the world.