Raise a glass
to the new
shape of things,
to the new order,
to the act of
reaching the bottom
of this fucking
stairwell,
so what if you
tripped and rolled
down the last
two flights?
Your legs are broken,
your ribs exposed,
organs spilling out
all over the place,
but your arms maintain
some semblance of strength,
so dig those nails into
the wood frame,
boy,
and start climbing
back to the top:
let's get it right
this time,
what'd ya say?

03/31/2011