This color…these vivid green blades of grass causing prickly numbness against my skin, a sensation familiar to me through endless summers basking in the backyard with my mother when I was eleven. I even remember the blue shutters from our house, feeling the sting of the sun’s heat on my chest, and hearing the wind chimes on the porch as we lay all day, sinking deeper and deeper into the grass beneath our backs. I should have listened to her more often; I still remember our last telephone conversation before it happened. So I stand...
Falling used to give her this lightness in her stomach that made her uncomfortable
not quite like pain but a firmness that she was constantly at war with
like many things
eventually unlike the other obstacles in her life she learned to crave that
tightness or lightness or firm compression that falling lended to her body
so she began to fall a little harder every time she needed that feeling
it started with small trips,to the store, down the stairs, into his lap
eventually she began to fall backwards off balconies, crash through ceilings and...