snap your worries like dry, dead branches,
and watch them explode into bright, white mist
as if they were made of sugar.
crack open the vodka
and pour it into
a frosty mug of creme soda
sit back with the house plants,
and let the springs of the couch crack the weight
let your hair bounce lightly
into black and white light
and let your shoulders crumble and thaw
into warm, soft bread
and damn it,
just let go of everything
like you did when you were young.
and slide down the hill
on a flattened cardboard box
all the way to the bottom
until there's no more hill to ride.