today i was close to moving on. standing on my own two, ordering a cup of coffee; when someone brushed pass me too hard (or maybe my posture was tired) and knocked me over. their iced latte soaked from my chest as everyone else watched it drip down my crotch. what terrified me the most was the attention i got from being a klutz, from breaking my own heart with your help. anxiety to the rescue.

when the panic subsided, and the pain fled like the eyes of those that wandered upon me, i stood in place and imagined the rumble of your stomach as you chuckle.