how did you get here?
did images of abandoned mornings
and kisses without tongues
strap you like anchor
to sink you?
careless and tiny
like swallows, smolder you to ashes?
from where did you inherit the fall ?
was it the head or the heart ?
or was it the sequins of secret lust?
did you squeeze
your breast on your way
down like it was made of marshmallows?
did you lose your sense of direction
like that time you nearly
down is not out, you must not close your eyes.
can you see anyone?