Kerri Shying Restart #1 Death Traps

Death Traps

Up the Cross,

back in the day

we had good timing for long drops and narrow spots

no views of anything

but yourself in the mirror,

depending on how fast you got the cabinet open and

what bottles were inside

bathrooms looked into light-wells where

on hot nights

we would smoke

heels stopped against the open door

faces as far into the gap as our shoulders would allow

it was magic, maybe luck

that we survived

life was rife with sudden rocks

regret and death fell into piggy banks

as steadily as the cash

beauty is self-fulfilling

is what I know for sure and shame,

well, it never fell on me.