Fall - Arms

Fallin' off of the sixth flour window ledge

Broke my hip and the bones in both my legs

Last October the five

October the five

Hands placed over my eyes

Placed over my eyes

Now whenever you speak I can’t think straight

I’m busy reading the words that streak your face

One toe over the line

Toe over the line

Hands placed over our eyes

Placed over our eyes

Hands placed over my eyes

Placed over our eyes

Hands placed over my eyes

Placed over my eyes

Cared-for fingernails and teeth intact

We don’t keep the past alive

Hands placed over our eyes

Placed over our eyes