legs

doctors have a way 
(of handing over news like this)
his eyes skewer me 
(through and through)
breach my skull and pin me to the air

yet somehow, the floor seems closer

doctors have a way
(of lending you their steady gaze)
as they grocery list how the world just ended

My first thought is that she will never dance again.
.No. My first thought is that she will.

Eyes pinned
I stay afloat in a sea of shock
and dare to watch his lips move

Disbelief 
and
faith
are
sliced
by
the 
same 
sword

and I am several inches closer to the floor

severed
(like your spine)

having legs makes no sense now
pinned to the air, like this