Choosing the Path of Most Resistence

Don't fall through the cracks, through the floorboards past the pipes hot water hissing grey metallic stun gun dull. Don't land on the basement steps, slipping on down bumping the back bone breaking the fall with your body gone white like you know it so well. Don't let the swallow of house and of home consume you in solitude's greedy embrace Don't wish the outside would stop looking in and impute ugly motives to trees and to flowers who have your best interest in chlorophyll hearts. Don't taste the floors on your way down to hiding Don't dine on splinters and varnish and wine Don't master silence when no one is looking Don't close your eyes and pretend you are fine. Don't slip on sentences you uttered years ago down in the basement in pipes steaming hot Don't waste your sentiments or your existence on hiding the fact that you are what you're not Don't laugh at paintings with eyes that console you on walls that you hung last July on a whim Don't think the walls don't expect you to call them if you are in trouble and losing your color from somewhere within Don't apply pressure to fissures in floorboards to fit your way through and become what you lose It's a lot stronger to stand and absorb it- surroundings adore you, implore you to chose.