Solid.
January 28, 2026
I didn’t realize I was falling like a cinderblock
Until I hit the concrete and
Didn’t bounce.
The deep thud
Reverberates up through my knees,
Into my hips and chest.
The static-y upper frequencies
Riding on the edge of that solid sound,
Hit my ears like a dog whistle.
My head swims through seasick waves.
There’s an ache trying to pull me to the floor.
I am standing,
Solid.