Down on the sidewalk
I scattered my clothes
I slide out of bed again
And throw on my robe
I run down the stairwell
And trip on my cast
The bones healed up months ago
But the bruise still won't pass
And I don't know what felt worse
The break or the fall itself
My feet stay beneath me
Till I'm out the front door
My knees turn their two weeks in
And I fall to the floor
My lungs felt left out it seems
For they too collapse
My neurons aren't firing
They're hunting with traps
And I don't know what felt worse
The teeth or the snare itself
Down on the sidewalk
Lay scattered my clothes
A face stops to help me
As if somehow she knows