like a lover's hands
john sweet
up on the 32nd floor
and still no closer
to the sun
my sister says
the first time she jumped
was nowhere near as good
as she'd hoped it would be
she says it's strange
when you finally realize
there's no one waiting
to catch you
like a lover's hands
around your throat
in the middle of the night
and then when you hit
your blood is never as bright
as you see on tv
she says it gets better
the second time
