Paranoid Parachutes

I'm inclined

to a privacy,

to the clandestine.

To reveal nothing

but fallacy

if it buys time.


in my own breath.

And shuffled together

from dozens

of different decks;

Laid out.

Face down.

All Jokers.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

Because I don't know why

But your stare

Is a haunting prod

Over ledges.

Thank God I'm packing

Paranoid parachutes.

But the weather won't hold

much longer.

You'll eventually jolt me


from my eccentric float

in attempts to

warm me stronger.

I hope you work.

And soon.

I'm terrified.

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Jessica R's picture

I really like this! I'm stealing this idea too, if you don't mind.