Scott Simpson · Poetry

Falling

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 264

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Source page 264

Falling

Though they had laughed

and pointed—

me, sprawled in the street

fat lip

bent bike

spinning wheel

Though I wanted her

to gather me into her

arms

carry me home

soft kiss

warm smile cool sheets

when I said

I'm fine her gift

was turning away