Breaking out of one is the hardest break of all the breaking of the toes which feel too cripple to walk
the breaking of the thumb the pointer finger when will it stop?
I look at myself, wonder is there more to myself than I
I turn my head, my neck breaks, cracks circles to include a bit more, a bit of a break, for breaking into myself breaking my fear of being alone in this long life
I feel a terror, tremor of being me my knees break bend to come up again bend up
I become shorter and taller than myself
And then, my heart breaks I shatter: dislocation dysfunction dysmorphia dystopia “no foot loose and fancy free”
But, a falling, falling fall ing fall ing fall ing fall/I am falling falling fall/