fooling us all with a predictable rhythm
it fell on my head yesterday when my lover left the house
just flat out fell on me
nothing to trip on
maybe the way she slammed the door knocked it loose
at first it was collectible seconds cascading and shattering like crystal
startling me
i put both hands on the table and braced myself
this encouraged hours to tumble down
pages airborne from old rotten bindings
hardcover after unabridged hardcover crashing down
i put my hands on my head to prevent concussion
Then days and weeks collapsed from under me
sending me to the floor
none of the instants scattered about cushioned my fall
whole months splintered and pierced my exposed arms
cinder blocks of seasons pinned me between saturday mornings
and uncomfortable moments
i couldn't move
and the more that time tried to gain composure
the more it slipped in the grease of it's skin
my hands were useless
and I knew that when my lover came back
everything that had ever happened would just be lying there crunchy
and out of order.
- Lyska
