where’s that little piece of invincibility i’ve lost?
the part that made it
impossible to fail;
to feel failure as learning instead of
the end of the world.
used to think i kept these things
tattooed on my heart —
or so it felt —
until the day they disappeared.
of all the things i’ve become
unreported to lost&found
perhaps picked up or just kicked —
of all the things i’ve become to lose,
all the things i’ve given away
in unmarked boxes
left at the side of some road
maybe
thrown out windows of fast moving cars;
i went facefirst no feet to land
on even if i found the floor
before my face did.
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