• i sometimes wonder what it would be like to jump off the edge.

    i don’t mean this metaphorically; rather,

    physically, hands clutching at the window ledge.

    would it be floating, falling, sweet intoxication?

    death-defying, life-denying?


    what would drive me to it? (easy.)

    what away?

    i step forward, lean out, spread my arms that are not wings,

    and falter.

    these questions are not for today.