pushing you out the window

AH HA!! seven stories up is high enough to really make sure you are dead when you land, but still close enough to see how you fall. hm, and really i wish i could make you fall, kick your stubborn butt right to the ledge and then kiss you ever so softly, with just the right amount of breath and teeth to send you over like a drunk, pinwheeling down the air like the fastest stone in the world, a floundering fish, a drowning bird, arms straining hands to your neck killing yourself before you hit the ground in a spaghetti mess of hair and lungs....this is a love story so i would collect you in categorized things to put things in- like this - hair/chin/leg/misc.bones/eyeball (L)/eyeball (R)/spleen - and i would hold up your ears to my lips and sing sweetly to you, i would take you down to the market and we would buy string and glue. together we would fit you back together and i would loan you my blood until your body could make it's own. you could drive home happily disjointed with a box of spare parts in the back of your car...and i would lie on my sofa telling cat the story of how once upon a time i killed the man i love, and when i was sure he was thoroughly dead, i put him back together and let him go