Let me tell you about it;
the space I’m currently in
before the words peel up
and fly away to a safe tree.
Imagine a broken glass wheel,
or a lift and press, without
the lift. What I’m referring
to is this old plank on Grave
Creek Bridge that keeps holding
on, even with its plank screws
pushed out. A swimmer’s hung up.
Down below. If only I could sit up,
I’d probably just curl this page.
for Quickly [Of particular note: I used some
vocabulary of physical exercises I know
how to do i.e. swimmer’s press, tree &
bridge… & out sprang this morbid thing]