she slips
beside a canal
I trip
on cellar stairs
we’re toppling through space
Whoa
so this is what she means
my arm stops my fall
spares the bones of my face
he catches her hand
dislocates her shoulder, or
the weight of her body does
what matters most is the pain
waiting
for the emt
a drug, a relocation
a splint
that trues the bone
I blame the stairs
some blame him
does anyone praise?
our goat-feet
are usually good
every step is true
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