I couldn't have done a better job  of falling apart, but that's alright  I fell with the grace of dirt  the trees bent red around me and  I should write the folks more ofter  than I do, but I don't  and like a bottle spun loose on  the concrete I crawl.  I spin my bottle down the tracks.  It splits in half, exactly.  I fall down on the pavement.  The trees bend down around me.  I take the subway back downtown,  collect the papers we drew on,  address the envelope to Mom.