Never
I'll never
fall so fast, be so
dizzy I can't see
tomorrow.
round-faced, I thought
the world was flat
and the moon
was a ball of cheese
with no pull.
Now gravity has swung
upside-down; I have
to cry hanging by my knees
from the ceiling—switch
the light on. I'll be gone.
can't see me now
that the shadows
have vanished. 'Perchance
to dream' he said;
so I cringe away. Biting
lips and this red
ink on my arm
is the closest I'll
come—let the little silences
sink into my skin.
I have winter sleeves.