Presley and I lay
on the floor with
our legs stretched up on the beam

“I’m dead.” Presley says
“At least you did your flight series” I say.
“You’ll get it.”
“No I won’t”

Presley sits up
and twists her mouth
“You can do it on the floor” she says.
I know.
“It’s all in your head.”
I know that too.
“You’ll get it.”
She uses her foot to
tickle my side
I roll onto my stomach.

“Do you want to get it?”
I can’t see her face
but I don’t really want to.

I answer slowly
“Maybe what I do already
will be enough.”

“And if it isn’t?” she asks.

Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst
thing in the world.