Before falling
Just before I fell, I felt
the air’s fist pushing back,
the twist of fluid in tilting ears,
that grind that sounds like gears,
like a dog growling with spite,
a rope of spittle lassoing
someone else’s favorite bone.
Before falling
Just before I fell, I felt
the air’s fist pushing back,
the twist of fluid in tilting ears,
that grind that sounds like gears,
like a dog growling with spite,
a rope of spittle lassoing
someone else’s favorite bone.