i am in the library reading a book on behavior modification.

[cookieswithcake]

it is late
and
how dare you
leave the window open
to let the cool breeze
infuse me

it stings
like the back of a hand
on raw flesh
and
i
know
that sooner or later

i will close that window
from the
outside
and slip down
the brick

hoping

hoping

that the street
will catch
my fall.