I write when I'm sick...
Between the bindings and my nose
You've written books about how to continue scribbling obscene things on my forehead, that I will never see.
And if I'm repeating myself,
take the spindle off of the needle.
Intervene with this repair that I'm sewing.
Damaging strides
towards breakable glass
hanging in the front living room window
The same window a bird came crashing into
just yesterday...

just yesterday
I learned, like that bird,
that not everything is clear and go-forth
That there are these same glass windows
in people like you,
that you just never see coming.
you just...
find yourself laying motionless on the ground.
after slamming head first into what you thought was thin air.
you were mistaken
and it took you out for a brief couple of minutes.
but you stood up
you erased it
and you flew away again
with another great lesson to share.
maybe next time they'll have the courtesy
to open the window.

-j