I counted the buildings,
then the floors beneath me,
one by one,
down Michigan Avenue,
thinking about what I wanted to leave behind,
when I jumped off of this concrete ladder,
he dripped me dry,
stripped me of my rhinestones,
I had not smiled in more than 72 days,
I was keeping track of my desolation,
with one Mary Jane over the edge,
I had nothing more to hold back,
no fear of the concrete pool below,
no remorse for who I might stumble upon on the way down
no interest in reliving our happier times,
finally numb to things I should have forgotten about long ago
anesthetized,
These gargoyles were even less friendly than they look
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