my hair tie slips
two stories down
with my cat nestled under my chin
I don’t attempt to catch it  
there’s a magnolia tree across
deciding if it is safe to blossom
one more time before summer is over
I turn in, berlioz playing from the tv
Projector stars mottle my ceiling
my hair tie is still outside
somewhere in the dirt
the city air clings to my T-shirt
and my floor has never felt more comfortable
tomorrow I shouldn’t call out from work
tomorrow I’ll tell the light company
To keep my lights on
Tomorrow I’ll find the hair tie
and with it wrapped around my wrist
I’ll agree to live again