A Likely Story

Excuse me I’m
skating, I’m frozen
river, I’m heat
at the bottom

of the lake.
Disordered growth
of cells, ancestral
history, or time.

You don’t know even
your life’s story
you belittle
your narrator

for grafting parts
indiscriminately.
A likely story.
The choice is to

jump or be pushed.
Drag yourself off
the ledge, and start
to crumble the building.