Letting go
is an ornamental
exercise-

like mixing fancy words
and throwing them like cooked pasta
to see what sticks;

sometimes it’s
“fundamentals of rigorous thinking”
and sometimes it’s “I love you”
– both of which are better kept secret
so you don’t spill like an untried youth
embarrassing yourself
with verve.

I’ve learned to spit out
the most self-immolating
distractions.

The hard part
is keeping the joy of falling again
to yourself.