The blood rushes to my head,

and suddenly the world looks wrong—

the sun dripping from the ground,

the sky buckling like a drunk

in a parking lot, staggering

into the arms of a stranger.

I think I’m falling,

but maybe I’m climbing.

The way my heart lurches,

it feels like both at once—

a ladder splitting apart,

the rungs breaking into birds,

their wings frantic,

their cri...