Accident Waiting to Happen

Like the scalding cup

Of coffee you left

At the brink of the table

Im brim with potential

I’m bright and unstable

As a just-mopped floor,

Im a curtain near a candle,

a finger in the door,

A loose axe handle

Im the wrist flicked fast

With no backwards look

Blindly casting

The innocent Fishhook

Im the toy on the stair

The hole in the street

Im right in plain sight

I’m under your feet?

Im over your head:

Ive got an Edge,

and I hang by a thread

its almost time

and my aim is steady,

you’re falling for me,

I feel it. I’m

Ready.

-for Finn