Grab my hipbones and throw me
off a two story CVS.
When I land on unforgiving asphalt,
slide me through the automatic doors.
Drag my ailing body through every
aisle,
and heal my wounds sufficiently, but
with
only the most appealingly packaged,
and best smelling products.
Then, carry me through the
threshold of the rooftop doors,
like a baby bird, accidentally salvaged
from the street below. Blow gently
on the wispy hairs around my ear.
Stand me up on both feet,
grab my hipbones and throw me
off the two story CVS.
-G.V.
