Rope Swing

By Juliana Vaiuso

Mania, cemented sweet on my tongue 

Tow mercifully

For wide-eyes yanked out of windows,

Often fall up 

Purge me,

Out from my mouth placid waters spill loose 

The sewage, from my wrung out lungs


Vexed on the rope-swing behind my eyes 

Build momentum 

To break the windows and lose control