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/
into
ALL