NPM 26

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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