so high
the air
cuts at my lungs
and
my head spins
and
my heart beats faster
and
I'm taking very
short
breaths
and
bright
lights
dot
across
my
vision
and
I
can't
do
anything
but
write
lines,
wo­rds,
l
e
  t
   t
    e
     r
      s.

s
o.

h
i
  g
   h.

t
o
  o.

h
i
  g
    h.

and
       the
             black bird
                               sits.