I didn't fall nearly as hard as I thought I would

I think you knew

And you were right, it was not your business, or grace to innovate

I decided the bottom was not rock but a slick chute bent spit up

Mid-air, I began to inadvertently dance like a sine wave

To Christmas music, in June, with a surf beat

I'm ready to be leaf-lifted and phase-flip downturns

Hold you through another's arms