Not Looking At Faces

Never looking at faces,

Most of the memories are of the ground

Of people's feet

And of hands gesticulating

Looking for important objects inside of couch cushions

To avoid the eyes while seeming busy

From the top of where it found itself

It looks down at how it got up here

Seeing confounded and upset blue eyes looking up at it

It pulls itself back down with the rope it threw itself

When it gets back down it tells them it will never happen again

Making promises that it will technically keep

As it never speaks to them again