Breadcrumb #54

KYLE CANGILLA

When I was four I rammed my head into a door frame

I was running as only a child can
sporadic
weightless
uncontrolled. Flailing with joy

The door frame was just a thing
static and real and true

I ran up and met the thing at full speed
Hit myself right down the middle of my forehead
For all my flailing I could not see the cruel thing that stood before me
that stopped me

The door frame was just a thing
and I was a child
who was no longer weightless.

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