note

my body's experiencing a blackout

but i cant remember why. surely

ive done something, messed with

the power sockets. stuck a fork

in-between my ribs until everything

crashed and went dark. 

all that's left now is a dull throb

pounding behind my eyelids and a 

need to run that makes my legs twitch

restlessly and recklessly. yesterday

i asked my dad if he would look for me

if i left a note asking him not to.

he told me he would follow my shadow

everywhere. because that's what fathers do, you see

they revert borders to blurs and stand

beneath your window in case you leap.

my dad said he'd sleep with an atlas

under his pillow until he found me

and i know he doesn't lie. 

i know he'd hear the alarm bells in my goodbye note. 

right now, i wonder

if he'd find them in this poem.