We’ll cross that bridge
When we come to it is what I say
When I am tired of being nervous
What I mean is when we get there
To that bridge, I will dig my heels
Like a cow going down stairs
I will want to throw up and refuse
Until I want what’s on the other side
Bad enough and even then
I will resent that bridge so fucking much
Curse it for being built, curse this river too
I’ll stop in the middle and weep
The worst is over you will say, as though
Suspended midpoint, at the crux of my panic
That makes any sense at all
I know myself and how ugly it is
To watch; so excessive, the drama, the grief
I know you will want to turn away from me
In that moment and that’s why I refrain
As though by the time the precipice comes
To me, I will be someone else, stepping
Easily across the threshold
Moving through space as though gravity
Is just an idea
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