I fell up


the end of the world is now a commodity
"don't look up" he said until I was a broken record
I was caught in a calculation of romance down to the dash on his chin.
The sky hides in plain sight as we count our footsteps
by watching our fitbit. I looked up, I saw the eclipse and

my paper cut opened a portal to the abyss
I fell into my cubicle, the flimsy walls a spiraling maze, 
my mind leaped over the hedges

Giants in the clouds... should I be worried about them?
As I fell up, I wondered.
"What are we going to do about those clouds?"
Asks the newswoman, saying with a million dollars worth of pearls

"Don't worry," she said, "there is a 99% chance of sunshine in a few days"