its a game of chance

2003-01-31, 2:54 a.m.

the way my legs lock up when i stand, the barces of a bridge caught in a torrential rain, holding itself up by shear coincidence. i thought about that today, walking, how it must be luck to realize you could put all your momentum forward, and at the last second, catch yourself with an extended foot. it must be a random

turn of

events

which makes us love and smile and cry and hate and anything that becomes stronger than hunger or fatigue.