Standing on a ledge ten stories up br wind rips at clothing & flesh, br a tiger's claws. Hair blown to hell. br None of it matters at all. br Nothing matters but the hundred feet below br & a tiny patch of concrete br soon to be filled with blood & brains & br the crushed shell of a depressed life. br One last look out, then down. br Thighs compress for launch: br a three second freefall into salvation.