Remainders

 all the little numbers add up.

gravity clenches its fist.

as we run along the edge. daring it to trip us.

denominators in smeared lipstick. flirting with arrogant decimals.

we're sure. because what else can we be. as we pretend to know what we never can. 

we're thin. and taut. slender strings desperate to retain all that is moving away from us. 

we're atmosphere. and ozone. an inferno encapsulating the world. as if we can contain it. 

apostles of inertia. swinging on broken pendulums. counting zeroes. 

all the little lies. as the fractions bite down. 

the math is simple. 

as gravity exhales. 

everything depends 

on what is left.