One



Think of it
as a gift: this slip
& fall laid you up
for months. Think
of the stack of books,
the Netflix you’ve
yet to binge. Watch
the crack in the wall seep
toward the crack
in the floor
forevermore. You’ve been
cast as the victim,
the one lucky enough
to’ve been given
this amber bottle filled
with pills.
One pill makes you
old & the rest make you
older still until
you are too dense
to exist, a singularity
that plummets through
the veil between this world
& the one you imagined
waited at the end
of the tunnel filled
with every gift you wanted
but never got, empty
cardboard boxes
wrapped in festive paper
existing only
to cushion your fall.

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