3 Word Wednesday

Girlfriend Imagined Slight

February 13, 2008
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I’m hanging under a parachute
swaying in curls of air.

My feet hang heavy
under my body, weights

full of the rocks
you’ve been throwing

at me for the last couple of weeks.
Like an idiot, I’ve been

catching them, and, now,
I’m so heavy that I’m falling

faster than the air
can stop me. The chute

helps and slows me slightly,
as 36 years of commitment should,

but the ground is looming.
Briefly, I imagined

you waiting to catch me
in a trampoline

but that image faded
quickly and here I am

in an air elevator, dropping.
I’m just an aging girl,

friendless, now that you’ve
strapped that parachute

on my back and pushed
me out of the plane.