Feel her hand before I hear her. “Hey hottie” – and gone before the words register. I turn, and suddenly there are limbs everywhere: her’s, her friend’s; in the air and...

A scrape, a tear – and we are down again. Abandoned by the sky; corporeal once more. Taxi – slow – then line along a plane marooned on lanes of light blinking, Yellow. Blue. Yellow...

There is no pain – you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon…
— Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd

You can’t be a sociopath if you like ice cream.
But, of course!

I watch you kick an imaginary ball
Again and
Again
Long, under hot-headed halogens
And for a sudden
I am as you
Unfettered
Unencumbered
Free!
In all the moment