your ankle buckles, your foot does not
connect with the next step in the staircase
airborne careening headfirst
towards heated limestone tiles
you do not know the Moirae
are bored
[or perhaps they are just tired] but
rock | paper | scissors
your fate is | all fate is [now]
decided by Roshambo
the moment before you land
you are able to twist to the right
[do not] cleave the almost repaired rent
in your rotator cuff
land on your [good] shoulder

***

earlier that day you were almost
not so lucky | Atropos with her scissors
was barely beaten out by Lachesis who
delivered you an incipient nuclear cataract in lieu
of a brain bleed — apathetic Clotho, who
years ago, would have netted you a change of vision
has taken to knitting, selling her patterns
on Etsy — they most certainly || all ||
need to get laid but
who would have them

[Two equally true and nevertheless different bios: Laura LeHew loves zombie movies, Dexter, and Anne Carson (in a purely platonic-poetic way). She is hoping for a non-CGI comeback of Werewolves. She has one husband, seven cats, and never sleeps. She edits www.utteredchaos.org.

Laura LeHew is an award winning poet with over 300 poems appearing in over 150 national and international journals and anthologies such as Eleven Eleven, Filling Station, Gargoyle Magazine, Pank, Phantom Kangaroo, Uncanny Valley and Vagabondage Press’ Lyrotica anthology. Her chapbook, Beauty (Tiger’s Eye Press) is in its third printing. Laura received her MFA in writing from the California College of the Arts, writing residencies from Soapstone and the Montana Artists Refuge, interned for CALYX Journal and was nominated for a Pushcart prize. She is the President of the Oregon Poetry Association (former contest chair) and is on the steering committee of the Lane Literary Guild. She was a guest editor for The Medulla Review and edits Uttered Chaos www.utteredchaos.org, a small press.]