Hands find the railing
Feet fly two feet into the air
and I'm wondering how hard it would be
to prop yourself up on a ledge.
The air is chilly but I've been cold for a while.
Buses zoom by.
It's tomorrow and you're not cold anymore.
Just certain.
But your certainty is so uncertain
I am nerve wrecked, unnerved, dissolving into a disgraceful puddling fume