I think I know
how to fix this

what in you
rises

for a caress
tender

Ah know
how to fall

collapsing into
no one's arms

over and over
I am too big

to be lifted
I fight that

swaying so
proactively

pick me pick me
I rehearse

the sorrow
of tomorrow

at 7 and 10
promptly

expectations rise
cresting

I open
a bottle

Seems like
the right thing