First Memory
I was at a park
climbing a picnic bench
to grab a sucker
I’d apparently left there earlier.
At two
balance is a privilege
not a given
and before long
I was falling
staring up at the sky
and my head found the slab
of concrete the table rested on.
Remember this,
something told me at the time,
This is what it feels like to die.
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