I tried to shake my glory off;
the weight of it began to sag,
to hang on my eyelids and shoulders like age
or an uncomfortable thought.
I soaked myself in colored liquids
and warm bodies. I fell
in love and out of airplanes. I tried
hard to let the sharp wind and the speed
of it all tear it from me—
But here, full of new memories
passing already like dreams at dawn
from the suddenness of me standing barren
and fearfully unalone, I am.