Last Bender

Spinning in Bed

I forgot

and ran beneath the branches

blowing fog like a cow

styrofoam flowers

and strobe light christmas houses

damp paper pumpkins

forgot I forgot

and puzzled over fulcrums

of flying and falling

can’t remember the why

the names got lost

in the how

forgot flying and falling

are not the same things

backwards and forwards

saw as I faced the sun

Peter far below
spin and spin into foam