I Fold

Oh sweet life,

how you mock us.

Pull our skeletons 

out in front of us

as we lose our balance

and beg for solace.

I want to grab hold

of myself,

but I lose my grip

as the tears flow.

Let me fold onto

the curves of the Milky Way

and be saturated by its innocence

so I can glide back into the earth’s arms

and ask for forgiveness.