I took the pill of estradiol. My feet hurt.

I feel so very grand
at this solemn
              and futile hour

They got borne away from home. Or was it to home.
What is home. Is it where they still bear with you when you get carried away.

His view of it all like a waltzing boat
found it well, whatever the sounding:
he rode it out on top.

Henry Incinerator danced all night
destroying.

I bike not just to get places but to get off the ground:
you don’t have to be going somewhere to be somewhere,
going.

let’s try a more
domestic framing, angle your hands
in the shape of a rooftop, someone was waiting

Stand up facing the wall, chair behind you. Not feet splayed outward, you cannot go that low

I hugged myself
and it changed my aerodynamics.
I began spinning out of control.