He threw me into the air and said
What a brilliant idea! I loved being
an idea, like all ideas weightless,
and therefore easy to throw
into the air hanging about
the door to his apartment
I wonder where I got the courage
to cross the city and surprise him,
why I wasn’t like my mother waiting
for a partner at the dance?
I’ve never been very content
to hang about, but I could have stayed
(brilliant) in the air
he threw me into forever.