When I was a child
I threw myself down a flight of stairs,
and grasped at the
invisible hands
of gravity.
II.
In my apartment
and grasped at the
invisible hands
of gravity.
II.
In my apartment
I stood in a winter coat,
and laughed when no one
and laughed when no one
was there,
bitter eels
of winter chill
electrifying my feet.
III.
I wrote my lover
bitter eels
of winter chill
electrifying my feet.
III.
I wrote my lover
a letter and promised him
all of my loose change
if he would forgive me
if he would forgive me
for what
I don’t know.
I taped the letter to his door,
I taped the letter to his door,
and watched it for a day.
then took it back
then took it back
without understanding why.
-Claire Nelson
oh man is a giddy thing.
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