when it starts to feel like im rolling
down a long ramp, the ramp the roof
of a house of cards, who, under my weight,
holds strong but shakes and trembles;
and though i know it will only rumble
and never collapse on whoever’s inside,
i will fall off the shingles to the pavement,
look up and say to myself i made it fine
then watch a gust of wind blow the whole
thing
down.