God gave us ribs

trapping our hearts

in cages

We’re all victims to it

Think about that

tug from our center

and thank your busted

little 10oz compass

for guiding us over the cliff

“This feels right, right?

Yeah, this feels right.”

As we step off

into

the

air

Too late now

the skin of our faces pulled back

we look at each other with stretched

slobbering, love-sick grins

dogs out a car window

struggling for eye contact

with 1000 mile per hour wind

pulling taut our exposed flaws

little vacuum people

like rippling sealed

As we fall

Spiraling toward our life

Yeah, I said life

And I hope we hit as one

Hell, I hope we land

on top of each other

Tangled

Broken

Smashed to fucking bits

Our shattered ribs

laced together

closeenough

thatoursouls

cantouchfingers

throughtheslats