I plan to live a year
among the Masai tribesman of Africa
who grow seven feet tall and drink blood
from the necks of cows
Mother found me on the roof of our house,
feet dangling over the eaves like it was
some fishing pier,
and even though I told her
(over and over and over I told her)
that I was simply trying to find a quiet
place to think,
she was convinced
I was working up the courage
to throw myself off