I couldn't have done a better job

of falling apart, but that's alright

I fell with the grace of dirt

the trees bent red around me and

I should write the folks more ofter

than I do, but I don't

and like a bottle spun loose on

the concrete I crawl.

I spin my bottle down the tracks.

It splits in half, exactly.

I fall down on the pavement.

The trees bend down around me.

I take the subway back downtown,

collect the papers we drew on,

address the envelope to Mom.