i've always enjoyed
sitting on a rooftop
balancing on the pointed pitch
i could hide in plain site

i remember placing the ladder so
scampering up the shingles
my feet grounding and grinding
reverse vertigo, fear of flying

pebbled imprints on my hands
reaching out to the blackberries
dangling delightfully; glistening gleefully
refracting heavens light; bringing joy

i've always enjoyed 
sitting on a rooftop
imagining my bloodied body
cooling calmly three stories beneath me

a broken neck bent like a crane's
a shattered skull; deleted hard drive
eyelids no longer shuttering
no longer longing

i know better than that
that fall couldn't possibly kill me
i've always enjoyed 
standing on a rooftop