in the back of my mind.
on the back of my hand.
in the back of everything,
in the back of everyone,
is the pull of severity.
the pull that leaves one breathless.
how a finger can trace it's way along the curve of one's spine
or
how the plunge of an index can dig it's way deep into one's breastbone
in the back of your mind.
written on the back of your hand.
is the pull of guilt,
the branding of shame.
the churning of a mistake,
the scars of embarassment.
the pull,
and the push,
and the hope for the fall,
into something worthy of all of this.
into something
completely weightless.