Of course you are cancelling
every appointment we’ve made
and now you are not speaking
in any way we like to call civil
flat on my back
in a supermarket
where I’ve fallen in front of
the prepared foods and salads.
I don’t know how it happened.
No one’s trying to help me, except
for the worker who’s asking
if I need a cart for what scattered
from my arms when I hit the floor.
Of course there’s no point now
to thinking about missed jobs
and phone calls. The ceiling’s
interesting. A bird’s flying from girder
to girder. He seems certain
of landing where he intends
to land. I’m afraid to rise as
I don’t know if on my feet will ever be
the right place for me to land
ever again. Of course no one’s
calling to offer me a place to land
that’s any safer than on my feet
so I can fall again. I might just stay here
where having fallen is safer than waiting to fall.