She Fell

between the cracks of cornice,the mortar between limestone blocks. she fell intocolumns of steam and steel,trapped behind the panes of glassof wherever she found herselfinside the apparent machine.she fell and descended and descended,all their faces a blur until shethreatened to forget her own;fell between the stars, the starsand stars of the night, wonderinghow falling could turn intosomewhere she’d flown; untilshe opened her eyes, reached outto feel the edges of the bed,breathing between what she was dreamingand everything there was to feel –slowing and slowing her heart,she breathed, her heart which believedit still fell through the cracks.