“Gravity” by Jude Lally

The View from Down Here

Up: in the air, in the chair, in my lap, in the clasp of my hand.
Down: to the ground, beyond my reach, between these feet, beneath this seat.
So quickly things fall below me –
Well, it’s not supernatural… It’s just GRAVITY.

Gravity – When all I wanted was to stay awake, you weighed on my eyelids like some unwanted blindfold, as if – I needed to be told, “Bedtime, lights out, I say!”

Gravity – You wouldn’t let the boxer rise to finish the fight – too bad; 10 count in the 9th. Your aim is to get the best of people. You drag them down even when they’ve turned their lives around. That ain’t nice! What gives you the right?

Gravity – You’re the reason toothpaste dribbles down my chin onto my crotch after I’ve already dressed and am headed for the door. Now I gotta face the daunting task of changing pants. Thanks a lot, now I’ll never make my escape.

Gravity – You keep me bending, you keep me reaching, you keep me doubled over. I’ve done many a face dive because of you, right to the floor, suffered rug burn on my forehead, rolled out of bed, hit the deck, took a spill, tested my will.

Gravity – You asshole, remember that night when I came home with ol’ what’s her name and we were so close to bed but without my strap on I succumbed to the floor instead. Well I’ve fixed that now at least; started wearing my seat-belt everywhere.

Gravity – A million times my book fell, my Discman dropped, the batteries lost. Could you delay me any more? How many times will you make me rinse off my silverware? Spilled drinks, over-turned ashtrays, dinner-go-plop – WHAT THE HELL? – do you really think I can operate a mop?

Gravity – You sick son-of-a-bitch, always taking up all my time. Whether you’re swallowing my cell phone, making off with my money or causing the arching of my spine, you always keep this smile in decline.

Gravity – What purpose do you serve anyway? Without you things would always stay right up in the air, and guess what? That’s how I like it. So sometimes, I wish you’d just stay the fuck away from me!

I can’t stress enough the gravity of the situation.

Jude Lally,
The View from Down Here
Accents Publishing

Jude Lally

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