Killing Your Darlings

You thought you had a feel for the grip of the roof:

the right shoes, proper distribution of weight. But
here you are, pigeon-toed,

the ball of one foot & opposite heel hanging
off a ledge. For a moment

you're weightless, and you understand

how even lips shift the balance—how just one word
will pitch its mass.


Date created 08 May 2012
Date modified 20 Jun 2019
Journal The Mildred Haun Review (Feb 2022)