I've broken my legs again.
I haven't been making it home.
I've decided to let the heart
go back to Virginia. Part of it,
anyway, the one that never stopped
tip-toeing into the dreams
of monsters and knives and
mothers. I hear her voice
for the first time in four years.
There is no parachute
for that.
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