TIMOTHY SULLIVAN
On a Bridge

On a bridge,
I ground teeth -
Trashed,
Escaped,
Afraid -
Shook my head in frenzy,
Spit,
Squeezed out tears
Drip by drip
Till like a dog
Ran in circles
And lay down,
Enslaved -
Rolled over and fell
Ten feet into water,
Laughed -
Moving now,
Light, buoyed,
No longer pillared,
No longer heavy.

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