all these beetles on their backs
spend an entire afternoon, dying
useless tests on the desk
we've studied
spiders decomposing
fears falling loose
rocks rolling off
the mountain so steady
our furry legs
closed eyes
waiting for life
a dormant shell
spring has left
its skin behind.
too many steps on this stairway.
i will let the moth go out.
i will leave the light turned off.
the ankle will remain injured.
the steps are waiting for me to heal.
