she didn’t know she could,
until she did.
and then she died.
but she did watch that wily sun slide
up into the sky like a lemon wedge
on the edge of a mountain-rimmed drink,
lungs on the brink of madness
or surrender. heart on a bender, punch
drunk on pain. legs drained and numb.
sweat-drenched and tamed,
she jogs home.