affair with existence
as a kid
the urge to put a plastic bag
over my head
to lick
an electrical outlet
was so strong
I wanted to play with fire.
now I cross the street without looking for cars
and sometimes I stand a little too close to the edge
of the subway platform
a little too close to the edge
of your heart
one foot over the railing
of your balcony
I straddle the space between life and death
here and
there.
sometimes you grab my hand
and remind me
to stay grounded.
I know you wonder
if I love you
as much as I love
the view from up here.