Sarah's Monologues

1.
every now and then
something fell off
from what i carried home,
grocery, books, oranges
i slipped many times
on my way upstairs
and everything
shattered on stairs
- ground zero.

2.
crows speak
a hundred languages
using the same syllables
or aren't languages
a mere physicality
but i can't understand a word of
what you are saying
its dawn
and i am at the edge
of an imaginary boat
as if i remember
i was never my hero

3.
there is one single wall
between me
and the crows
thin air
that separates
your words
and my breath
as i lay
on this one brick wall
i watch you
falling
reaching those
thousand crows
who fly away from inside you
in as many directions
the same instant.