Second Nature

I forget sometimes, like trying to remember what the top story of a skyscraper looks like. But I think about looking up into his face in the shower and my muscles part and smile, my stiff spine curls and smiles. I want to get so high that I can pretend I don't exist, floating over a smile like a worn picket fence. I smile like a girlfriend in the mirror, and I spill tea on myself as my house lifts from the ground, hovering, threatening to fly.