Thrown

by Joseph Farley


Flying through the air I think of your black hair,
your full lips and the curve of your breast,

Then I hit the ground hard and must break fall
so bones are merely bruised and not broken.

The brain bounces around in its skull box
and creates a deficit of neurons,

but such damage could be a good thing
as the best memories were up there in the air,

What happened before and after
I am only too eager to forget.

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