wearing a big blue woolly jumper,
with an orca whale stitched on the front.
standing on your window ledge,
black knees,
biting down on acid pops.
and your mamma kept shouting for you to
come down,
come down, she said;
she said you do this all the time.
yesterday it was the greenhouse,
you ruined all the tomatoes.
how did it feel?
how did what feel?
falling through glass
turned into diamonds
did it hurt very much?
only a little.... my hands.
i have lots of tiny cuts, they look like Soldier Ants marching home
how did it feel?
like flying.
