Take me to the roof
I’ll just need a little push.
It’s pretty much what you’ve already done
Driving me to the edge of my mind
Where I feel naked and scared
Dropped in the middle of the woods
Feeling the ants crawling on my chestticks hiding under the skin on my shoulders.
Leaving pinpricks of blood on my bed
Small reminders of bad nights ending
With period shaming under the fitted sheets
stain the mattress, which I’ll keep for at least another
1-2-3
Maybe 4-5-6 years
Knowing my lazy ass.
Watching it get heavier while I watch my own weight,
Feeling heavier and further from heavenly.
Pinpointing the bluffs and mistakes on my body,
Like this is from not running on Tuesday
And this is from eating a cookie from the break room.
And tomorrow this bruise will be from drinking too much
And meeting you and telling you I think you’re kind of cute, and maybe we can also telephonically connect, here are my numbers.
6-5-4
3-2-1
0
Chances
that this will end well.
Target acquired. The eagle is landing.
And I’m zeroed and honed in on
Staring down at the streets below.
My self esteem as dim and small as the cars at my toes.
1-2-3
Here
I
Go.
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