I waited years to be let down so hard that I spun, though I knew those years what I was being. I was being let down. I didn’t see it at the time, but I loosened, I must have, so was able to fall, after years of hanging. I must have, though I can’t find a metaphor that hangs loose enough from its referent in the world to convey it. Red tick, skin tag, white pet- al. Hangs loosely from its referent, then falls. This is drawn from “Dilemma.”