excuse me by Ammi Lane-Volz

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one I’m staring down at fury
one over the waterfall I’ve abandoned my family to visit
one I always get vertigo this high, but I
one squeeze my body close
one to the edge
one quiet,
one faced away from tourists that oneoneoneoneoneoneoneone one crunch on pitch-
one black gravel behind me.

I listen to the sounds they make on their way down
one legs dangling down
one the sound of the waterfall thrashes
one against my ears
one my headphones drowned
one harsh synth stabs, craggy vocals

one I want to become a rock in the
one landscape
one I want to shrink; I want to
one explode

one one one one one one one one one one one explode this body
one one one one one one one one one one one one one o off me

one frozen, crystal; paralyzed
one pushing up behind my eyes
one mouthfuls of hot tears,
one so embarrassing:

one my mouth
one curled over
one body stiff, pushed forward
one a failing stone
one body stiff and flailing, skittering
one people gasping behind me, children seeing
one through rough
one approximate nets of fingers

one a ragdoll
one head, heels, head
one folding diagonally
one slamming against cliffs
one foam —
one disappear

one The sun is a perpetual witness, tourists
one but I imagine
one hundreds of years ago,
one nighttime

one alone, I
solitary
one together with the waterfall

one unembarrassed by its own
one roaring noise

one one one one one one oneI’ll be brand new/brand new tomorrow
one one one one one one one one ona little bit tired/but brand new

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artist’s bio

Ammi Lane-Volz is a writer and editor. They really like Björk.