Scaling a cliff
my hollow gut levitates,
thin, busy air whirs above
falling rocks at the footholds
My life is parallel
to a solid wall,
I inch up
and as the pads of my fingers
jelly,
I let the doubt sweat,
and heat my temples
Fuck up, slip up,
but maintain
and inch up
Each new slip,
a fresh fuck up
to ratchet up
the stakes
Life is impossibly
steep, and we
are incompetent
climbers, tasked
with jamming our
extremities insides
gaps on the solid wall