Uncontrolled Intersections

 brief collisions swallow our voices.

empty shoes abandoned in the doorway.

drowning in the footprints left behind.

our desires discipline the math.

orphaned numbers in puzzles made of skin.

little fires chasing strays.

we count out loud. daring anyone to listen.

rabid fools tamed by inertia.

sharp pieces of candy sweet enough to bleed for.

fleeting orbits determine our trajectory.

stung by gravity.

we embrace the fall.