by April Halprin Wayland
“Big Argument with Leslie”ArguingIs strange.The thing we are climbingBecomes B R I T T L E.
One of us falls,Then the other,ShoutingAs we drop.
AngrilyBlaming,Loud;Deaf.
In falling,In the darkness,At least there areWords
Shouted up–At least we are glaringInto each other’sEyes
At leastWe are tryingTo crash into each otherAs we fall.
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