Do you know me?

As I jump from the north tower

making my arms flower

in the air

as I fall.

Sky

hurtful blue.

Flames

orange curtained with smoke.

1 of 200

choosing

wind over
fire

as
others chose
religion

to light
these long swaying
cigarettes of metal, concrete and glass.

Planes
disappearing into windows-

confusion
of stairs
sirens and screams.

Up becoming down,
down turning up.

So
I jumped.

And
the
towers
followed
me
down.