falling down (star armadillidiidae)
Half-awake on Monday morning
it was that I plum missed a dark purple step, pitching several stairs down for earthfall to the unforgivingly wooden landing (not unlike a catapulted manatee, also referred to as the sea cow). Summoned downstairs because little brother was taking up lots of space with the infamous Underwear Cha-cha-chá (supposed to be brushing teeth, dressing hair, combing clothes and so on and so forth) and as such gingerly making my way by Braille, the big toe on the left foot misinterpreted the elongated crack which runs from the base of the fifth riser to the raised, coppery-smooth nail. Wrong nail. Remarkably, no bones were broken as I would self-arrest into classic Armadillidiidae. Cha-cha-chá. postscript: A week and nine days have passed since I wrote this. That’s endless news cycles, shutter actuations, inspirational moments and light years away. When you finish reading this I’ll have written something else.