So one day I gathered all that could be salvaged of myself- and tried to leave. Too holey to be whole, too fragile to be lace, I am only tissue tears when it catches itself on all the wrong magnets, though some would say I could have chosen, because they think tissues are not drawn in involuntarily to the center of gravity.
I tried to fly away, but my holes could not hold air. So how could I expect to hold you?