What Happened

It is morning.
My mind has
fur on it
I crawl from my room
to the roof
to the ledge
and flop
head first
over the brick edges
I fall
fast
several hundred feet
my lungs shaking
toward gray stone.
I hit.
Become
four thousand red flowers
singing.
I will return upstairs.
Breakfast.
I have
bacon with my coffee.