Why Give Up?
I woke up on the wall again
Right next to my bed.
Peeled my face off the cold paint
And faced sideways at my pillow.
With arms braced for some kind of
Awkward push-up, I try to steady my brain,
But standing perpendicular to my life always
Makes me a little giddy.
To go anywhere I had to reach up to my desk
And pull myself to its side
Knocking over the silly, golden Buddha as I climb
And I watch him fall forward, away from my eyes
And land on the floor still smiling. Silly.
The worst part is opening the door-
As off as the whole situation is,
Flinging a door up (in your perspective)
And not having it succumb to gravity
On your skull is always
A little unsettling.
But I scramble over the door frame
And fall down the hall onto the mirror
That hangs on the wall.
No shower today and if I brush
I just might choke.
Once I find a way to reach the sideways stairs
I think I’ll try to go outside
And see how far forward I can fall.