What falls from the sky

by KATE GREENSTREET

 

 

I understood certain words.

 

The word for why.

The word for always.

The word for speak.

 

That the truth means

what is going to happen. Or

what I must do.

 

We drink it down: “To death!”

He put the blanket on my head

and said, “Sometimes, I think

 

you just want to disappear.”