Free2Fall

When I grow old I want          a thousand                           laugh-lines. For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten on time’s untimely passing, when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that curdles in a sad, forgotten sky, and the rain congeals inside the clouds when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine coils and splinters and my fingers buckle, knuckle-cracking - when my dreams fa