I crave the broken contact lenses; the accidental hip bone to granite corner counter top collisions.
I breathe bloody hang nails, and surprise scalding water.
I drink up the catches in my side, and deep paper cuts.
The splinters in my heels and soap in my eyes are kin to milk and honey to the weak and weary.
I live for the arm hair caught in my bracelet, and blinding headaches that plague me nightly-
Because for a single second in the inexplicable, unexpected pain of that beautiful fleeting moment,
I forget-- for one unadulterated second- the crushing weight of your weightlessness; your absence.