I couldn't have done a better jo
of falling apart, but that's alright
I fell with the grace of dirt
the trees bent red around me and
I should write the folks more ofter
than I do, but I don't
and like a bottle spun loose on
the concrete I crawl
I spin my bottle down the tracks
It splits in half, exactly
I fall down on the pavement
The trees bend down around me
I take the subway back downtown,
collect the papers we drew on,
address the envelope to Mom