The moon was so low
I could pull myself up
so I did
I could see the whole Earth
now that I wasn’t part
of it
My daughter climbs stairs now
running from me
like a vaudeville magician
two and a half stories up
her hands twitch asterisks
Uppie she had had enough
Tonight a mouse descended
drunken subway stairs
I saw its butt, its tail, then nothing
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Our retreats fade into ascension
sometimes you just have to go with gravity
and some nights instead
you make yourself float
