danger

the danger is death

my stool is missing a
leg--
yes, I know,
training wheels bent
soles worn thin by the previous owner

I make do
and

call it living
I hold my breath
not because I must, but because
I know no better
the corset I wear is taut
I think it suits me.
I think it’s pretty.
I think it is me.

and know it’s not

the danger is death.
and the caution is proportionate--
it is appropriate for its
cause

because no one expects to
return
and on this side of
hope
even those like
us
who know what death
is
can’t quite hope enough to
see
and be forever, absolutely and
abundantly

pleased.