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by Maria Francesca

hangng on
by fingertips

straining
with every muscle in my hand,
every molecule in my body

aching
agonizing
with the effort

to pull off the pretense:
this is all just part of the act-

had you going, there, right? -
(smug grin and cocky wink)

until I finally give in
and let go

and as I fall

my first thought is this:

how can I manage this landing
so that no one can tell
that I failed?
I mean, yeah,
hitting the ground is gonna hurt like holy hell
but if no one knows it
I can handle it, right?

and my second thought is this:
my fingertips don't hurt
anymore.

01/17/2008

Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/08 at 02:38 PM

Just land like a cat always does, on all four paws, lightly, looking as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Nicely done!! Just don't blush after you wake up!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/08 at 06:25 PM

I love the title and the whole idea of hanging there and finally letting go. The thought process is nicely done, and clever ending.

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