“Have you ever seen her fail?”
“No, but she might.”
“We think you would be overwhelmed.”
I am exhausted living with the repercussions
of my counterfactual.
I build, build, build. My life takes shape,
takes hold – is taken away
on the premise I might make a mistake,
might be a mistake. I am not to be trusted,
I could always be a letdown, even
while I hold you up.