How To Make The Sky Stay Up Poem by Terri Witek

Think how sky swaths every head like a turban.
In houses it breaths via furnace or air conditioning.
Be more technical still: down + up = up.

Keep your eyes on your feet.
Gravity will help.
On your feet, on your feet.

Mostly water yourself, you're also part sky.
Let no one touch this, not even you at your dirty weepiest.

Bribe lightning to groan 'Don't shower'
and 'Together we're electric.'

Take a job moonlighting and keep moving up.

Don't change anything else into sky.
You'll be intoxicatingly unsuccessful.
You'll waste your life.