tripping up

when i was young
it was a well-known fact
that i was the girl
who tripped over the pattern
on the kitchen floor

always falling in puddles
bumping into walls
stubbing toes and once
breaking my arm
while getting out
of the bathtub

these days
i’ve learned to navigate
a little better as i stand upright
but i find things in my basement
i’d forgotten i had
and i see myself spending years
tossing promises and

making space
that i fill with more


hollow bones

unchartered maps

vessels to carry me


and this weekend
i installed a new floor
just like the old one except
i turned the pattern on its side

and now i wonder
what will happen





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