She won't let me fall

there is a hole in the baseboard of this wall
and through this hole i see the boy i know

and the guarantee that life will always pick me up

and never let me take on water

bail me

if i could become a frame through which the goddess acts
upon the world, and not be there at all:

its so strange to me not to care about Love
it pleases, indistinctly

i do not know the difference between together and apart
and a little porcelain doll with a broken head
says there's not any here.