SQMojo Busts Ass Today at Noon

head over heals baby, down the marble steps,
up against some black car, papers scattered to the wind.

Pause.

I could have laid on the cold sidewalk forever,
looking up at the gre/ay sky.

Except other people were gathering around me
in a small black huddle of coats, gloves, and hats,
holding their steamy breath, perhaps picturing
an ambulance screetching around the corner.
A 9- dialed on a cell phone.

as soon as I felt their eyes, pinched brows, and "o" mouths--
I popped up all Willy Wonka style--
no harm done.

Didn't I just blog about rolling down some steps??
the experience was nothing like the blog.
my elbow is bruised.