he said
write something that scares you

i'm terrified of heights

i climbed up a cliff
in the shawangunks last weekend
there were no poems there, just
rock, just
chalk and cracks and rope and harness and
shaking and don't look down and
me

i don't conquer fears but
sometimes we cuddle
i am always the little spoon
it means i cannot feel the full shape of them
only the small part pressed against my back
the part wrapped around me
the part breathing on my neck
every sound a promise