'This is what
it feels like
to fall',
thought Alice.

'I suppose,
when I land
my feet will
hit first.'

'Maybe there
will be a cushion.'

'I shan't
want to
break my
legs.'

I just wanted
to write a poem
that involved the
phrase
"Dive Bar"

already have
the shoes.

time to
buy the
glasses.

step to the
edge
big evergreens
cedars
look strange from
on top
their scent wafts
smelling different
from on top
of a mountain
I know
that when I
fall it
isn't really
falling...
that in my
bed when
I land
my brain slams
back into the
pillow and my
body is safe
beneath the
blankets
but just in
case there
are air sharks
or sharp rocks
when I jump,
I will pinch
my nose.

Stone waits
in the Rain

it will move

just
give it
Time

there's a cat on my arm
she purrs, filling my limbs
with her side by side
love
little nose tickling
my wrist

they see me cry,
you know.
the four footed beings
who watch me fall apart.

it's sometimes good, I think
that they don't speak.
I don't want the pity
of things
with whiskers.

I want to
delete all the mistakes
in my life like
a typewriter
shove in a cartridge
ring of the bell
erased.
wouldn't that
be
so
lovely.

'please,
come home'
they said.

'I already am'
I replied.

'where?'
they asked.

'In my heart.'