Matthew Rohrer



CLOUD WALK 2


I was lying there
on the mossy ridge
thinking about gravity.

I climbed out to one of the farthest
points to try to drop off
into space,

to break the law and fall "up".
The punishment for that
is to think constantly of sex.

Then a friend approached me in the ferns.
"Stop talking to them," he shouted.
"They eat light!"


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