Lot Thirty

I was standing in line for food
when I passed out, fainted
I guess, and woke up
on the floor

I remember feeling guilty, like 
I had overslept, and how 
placid you looked
appearing over me

like a god, or its mother
serene with stories
and their embarrassments
my elbow hurts. I realize 

I must have fallen on it 
you say I may have fallen 
forward if it hadn’t 
been for you

I am lucky / I am grateful
I am weak / I am
let down gently / I am
loathe to see

the security footage, in 
which your reaction
plays out like a silent film
in which the faces

of the beleaguered 
become everyone, black
and white, at each moment
assigned a time