on a tight rope
looking down 16 miles.
the wind blows cold,
and the few people on the other building throw peaches at me-
none stick.
a car drives down below
at 88 miles,
birds fly,
planes fly,
smog.
coughing
losing
hold,
I fall the 16 miles down,
counting every second,
and upon hitting the pavement,
I wake up to my room. It's Tuesday
and I'm tucked in well